I think the entire world's addicted to a type of sadness we see in broken mirrors.

Family is like a one way mirror.

You were minding your own business,
it never reflects.

But it shatters.

It hurts. You put all the broken pieces together again.

It's not the same.

Your eyes bleed, but you still smile.

Because you are grateful for the pieces you still have.

With educated minds our silver linings profess~

~
Gran-mama always said;
No privacy and no solace is to be found.
In all corners, all-seeing wicked eyes surround.
Wicked hearts all around the merry go round.

But my dear,
I'll always pray...
To die in your stead.
For it is not sacrifice but love.
I love thee...
In living flesh, till days of new old.
Ten feet under soil, I will still toil.
Loving you now and eternity unbound,

to keep you safe and sound.

Starlight,
always & forever~

Absence, alone.
Sitting alone.
Unread texts.

One... Two... Three!
My mind starts racing,
first comes the doubts.

Then embraced by the self-hate.
Regret and judge, discord upon myself.
To yonder back from whence I came.

Recollect the sacrifices that were made.
Reforge my old self again.
Drugs, Alcohol, ***, Depression, Anxiety, the Addiction.

Is purity not meant for me?
A few hours of mere absence I dread.
Perhaps corrupt I must be?

Lose the white light, wholesome, selfless and true.
Embrace the darkness, selfishly and torment be due.
Oh my dear god, cleanse me of such disposition,

end me please~

Thy heart of stone has lost its flame.
Embracing all the bitter and cold.
Set our fates in stone, **** the crossing star.

A dreadful, shifting sorrow, that we both face.

You float as I sink into the abyss.
Drowning at my lungs, erosion at my chest.
ebb and flow lulls me, drifting me to sleep.

The nightmares begin once again.

Yearning for your warm embrace.
Render thy stone open
and ignite the flame.

Thy Heart of stone
cannot yield alone.
Harvest is due.
the cold
comes
forth
.

My back hurts.
Words impaling the skin,
like knives.

I look over my shoulder.
Greeted by the friendliest of smiles.
My dear friend.

I smiled back.
~

Since when did emptiness…
Feel like an anchor.
Plunging into the deepest and darkest depths
of water.

I do not fear the water.
Only the anchor that we call emptiness.
~

Quite saddening really...
It is all in the title,
for thou thought it shan't be so vital,
to think about the ending for it leaves us feeling suicidal.

Why is but one of us mindful,
succumbing to brutal words as if your mouth were a pistol.

Perhaps it was the workings of the Devil?
corruption has twisted something so fruitful,
leaving it stained with evil.

We were more than friends, with no ends.
Us vs the world and never offend.
With no doubt on depend,
all yearend.
I miss my "best"-friEnd.
-
It was a bittersweet ending~