I can't
Remember the last time I felt happy
Yet I won't ponder
or allow myself
to drift away and wallow in sorrows

It's hard
To feel when feeling is heartaches
Glass and swords and needles and pain

It hurts
She's still in there
A fragile soul
Begging, pleading
Someone, anyone, save me
Does anyone see me? Does anyone hear me?

It kills me
To admit the damage this is doing
The pain this is causing
and the destruction its creating
words may fool
but eyes cannot do the same
souls I fail to deceive

I'm dying inside
She will end me
Like the sun burning to closely to the Earth
But how do you stop the sun from shining?
How do you **** the life?

Words
The mighty weapon we possess in our arsenal
Meant to
Uplift, lift, rise
Yet we choose to harm others
Not leaving ourselves behind
Rip, tear, shred
Where confidence once resided
Now hosts the ghost of a human soul

Bleeding
Shots to her head
Begging, pleading
For a cure to her pain
Still too ignorant to comprehend
That pulling her trigger
Will be her death
She hands him the gun
Selling her soul
And he pulls the trigger
Taking himself with her

What is about life?
Makes you feel right yet...
At the same time so wrong.
Things you used to cherish
No longer worth any merit

How did we get here?
To this point of destruction.
Where daily instructions
Leave you in tears.
Where things you're meant to do
Turn into rendezvous.

When did it become so difficult?
To stop living life in simple quotes.
Well-written deep texts.
Summarized and taken out of context.

Why did we do this?
We really never saw what we missed
Yet its far too late
To try to fix our mistakes
So we must live with our guilt
Wearing it like a quilt

When was it prohibited?
To confess to your deepest sins
Scars become taboos
and marks tattoos.
In a wicked perverse society
Where fame transforms one into a deity.

Will you choose to listen?
Or will you ignore?
This is life.
Its as much mine as it is yours

Eternal fatigue
Keeps me from breathing
At times, it almost feels like numbing pain
As if, i've completely lost all senses.
My soul died altogether.

The obvious?
My body remains intact which means I live on.
Still the same girl but...
Am I really?
Is living the same as surviving?
Is surviving just knowing you'll live to see another day?

Though my soul feels as if it cannot push forward;
I continue to strive through.
Awakening in the morning with the same false smile.
Ready to survive but, never truly living.
I have not died but surely I am not alive.