it's okay.
i promise.
its almost over.

she was wrong.
now,
i can't see the grace in
the birds landing,
sending a gentle ripple
in my quiet, little world.

the beauty in
the roses dancing;
a ballet,
a classical piece
in my silent, hopeless world.

maybe i'm broken
because when the birds sing
i hear a haunting melody
they sing to me
like the voices in my head
bringing me closer
and closer
and closer
until i'm driven ******* crazy

all i can see in the roses
are the thorns that ***** me
while i silently wish
they would ***** me all across my throat

maybe i'm broken
but that's okay
all of us are

because at some point
the tape will peel off
the glue will wear down
but

it's okay
i promise
it's almost over