No one and nothing can bring me back from tipping over the edge.
Everyday I fought a battle with every last ounce in me even though my whole body screamed at me not to and to give in and surrender.
Someone has to win this war and I have a pretty good idea of who it is.
Fighting with every atom of my being just to do a simple thing as living.
We were all once happy children with big hearts but the devil came over to a selected few and stole our souls.
My happy ending is near and though it might be a sad and wasted life I lead I want to die in peace and happiness.
For the first time I am speaking for myself instead of through the misguided quotes of books and song lyrics.
That's a good ending.
To find your voice and then die.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Smiles that are reflected
like cracked glass mirror.
An image of falsehood projected out.
Run your fingers along the cracks
But don't get too close
Lest your soul become ruined
by that
cracked glass mirror smile.
Yours fingers run along
like lifeless apologies.
Wishing to soothe and fix
what can't be
but once was.
You snag and trip.
Run along now.
Before the shards pick you up
and hold you.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC