If saving the person I love makes me a monster



so be it

Some times
I feel like I'm masking me
with

me.

It's not fake
but
it's a mask
and I molded it

several seconds ago

and I wear it
pretending I'm the same person

several seconds later.

Him
You can see he's broken
just by looking at his tired eyes
in the verge of tears
as he makes another hole in the wall
Tidal wave of emotions
he can't cope or come around
A certain expectancy
A hope that the future will be bright
But there's nothing else to hope for
when you are falling apart
Yet he brings himself together
Puts on that fake smile

Her
When the sun shines, oh so bright
not letting her hide from life
you can notice the pain, the deepness
in her seemingly fresh scars
She stares at her reflection
dreading everything she sees
Cursing under her breath
every cut, every scar, every slit
"I hate you", she mumbles
putting her makeup on
Not death, but life that scares her
Smile, even faker than before
Oh, dear warrior,
they will never know.

You live
You die
You soar
You fall
And it all repeats
In an evil cycle
A terrifying cycle
Until you finally take
Your own life.

A curse, indeed.

A thousand screams
fill me up inside
I swim upstream
trying not to collide

Make it stop
I'm getting bad again
My hopes I drop
This battle I can't restrain