(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

She's a beauty on stage,
A light at sea,
Forever she'll shine,
And I am me.

He's a greek god,
The perfect dream,
He'll defy all the odds,
And I am me.

She's the song of Dawn,
A gentle breeze,
A sweet summer love,
And I am me.

He's the flame behind the eyes,
His heart blissful and serene,
He's a gorgeous lie,
And I am me.

I'm the call of the wild,
Destruction and defeat,
Endlessly I'll wander
And this is me.

My words aren't so deep
They only reach a river's depth

Yet when you write
It's like I'm out by the sea
Your words are layers
Under the earth's soil

I only achieve to describe a tree's leaf
You'll write out the roots

I'm your porcelain doll
Hoping I won't fall

Being with you is like
Dreaming in a dream

You couldn't get any better to me

I don't want to come down from your love

Heart stops

Let me fall

Each day will be different,
And no feeling will ever last,
You’ll climb some mountains to the top,
And others you’ll fall down fast,
There will be days you can’t get up,
And nights where you can’t sleep,
This place called Life is where you’re at,
Where none of us asked to be,
There will be moments you fall in love,
And a broken heart will follow,
You’ll learn very quickly the meaning behind,
“We were not promised tomorrow,”
We all hate something about ourselves,
So we pick on others,
And we never stop to think about,
How one another suffers,
This place is hard to understand,
So make it up as you go,
And no one can tell you why you’re here,
Because no one really knows.

taking things too far,
it's what I've always done

somewhat desensitized
I suppose
you have become.

numb to my assaults
on your peaceful state
the calmness
you carry
so gently

As I crash around myself
with a raging
hurricane in my heart

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.