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Aug 2014 · 1.6k
Overcomer
Faith Flowers Aug 2014
My scars have faded,
taking with them the sleepless nights
and endless fights
against demons I never dreamed of beating.
Apr 2014 · 993
A Brother's Love
Faith Flowers Apr 2014
I doubted if I should ever come back, with memories scarce and sad
To these people lost and alone, nearly all of them gone mad.
Adorned in blood and sweat and tears, we all mourn his death.
Though only I could be there when he ****** in his last breath.
As I look up towards his god and feel his tears splash on my face.
I wonder if I’ll ever know this much pain, this much disgrace.
His protection was my promise, my father’s last command.
Now no more is my brother, my rock and my right hand.
But I will not let him leave me now. I can’t go on alone.
For I am just a rock and he a precious stone.
A deal is the choice I make, sealing it with a kiss.
My soul for my brother’s life, one year, my dying wish.
Apr 2014 · 478
Man's Search for Meaning
Faith Flowers Apr 2014
Being alive is easy
Pretty much anyone can do it even if it's just for a little while.

Are you actually living?
Living is not so simple as to be breathing.  
It's what we see that takes our breath away.
The blood rushing through your veins does not make you living.  
But the moments when you heard your heart beating in your ears...

When you're lying on your death bed thinking about your life will you be pondering the fact that you possess a beating heart?
No.
You will be considering all of the times you felt your heart race, drop, or skip a beat.

Do not allow your existence to be mundane.
If you are bored with your life, change it.
If you are upset, allow yourself to be happy.

Take a break, take a breath, take a day off.
Make decisions the way you want to.
The more you love your decisions the less other people have to love them.

Feel your hands shake,
lose your breath and catch it again.
Life's for the living so live it.
Or you're better off dead.
Apr 2014 · 521
Untitled
Faith Flowers Apr 2014
What comforts you
at 3 am on a Wednesday night
when the darkness traps you in your bed,
straps you down by your wrists and ankles,
whispers words of loneliness down your neck?

What comforts you
when you're out of options
and thoughts of forever consume your soul
burning and destroying every ounce of will you have left
until fizzling out leaving smoldering ashes in its wake?

What comforts you?
Is it a pet?
A song?
A person?
A dream?

He comforts me
at 3 am on a Wednesday night
when the darkness traps me in my bed
straps me down by my wrists and ankles
whispering words of loneliness down my neck.

He comforts me
when I'm out of options
and thoughts of forever consume my soul
burning and destroying every ounce of will I have left
until fizzling out leaving smoldering ashes in its wake.

He is there to comfort me
on the darkest nights
patiently rekindling the flame of hope
hidden in the darkest corners of my soul.
Providing light,
giving warmth,
pushing down walls,
all so he can comfort me.
Apr 2014 · 393
Untitled
Faith Flowers Apr 2014
They always ask why.
Why do you do it?
Why do you enjoy it?  
Why can't you stop?

They always say don't.
Don't do it again.
Don't let yourself.
Don't do it.
"For me."

They don't understand.
I do it for the pain.
I enjoy the release.
I can't stop because I deserve it.

They don't understand.
I have to do it again.
I want to do it again.
I don't do it to hurt you. I do it to hurt myself.  
For me.

Maybe if I wasn't a failure.
Maybe if I was a better person.
Maybe if I cared.
Maybe.

But I am a failure.
I'm not a good person.
I don't care.  
I deserve it.

The ****.
My skin slitting open.
Spilling blood.
Dripping down my arm.

But I always ask why.
Why do I do it if I'm not going to end it?
Why do I let myself enjoy it? I don't deserve to enjoy anything.
Why can't I stop this train headed right over the broken track.
Into the darkness.
Into nonexistence.
Into nothing.
Apr 2014 · 710
She Is
Faith Flowers Apr 2014
She is anger
She is pain
Her tears are frozen bits of rain

She is darkness
She is light
Her body is blinding, sparkling white

Watch her spin
Watch her dance
Love her when you get the chance

She is winter
She is cold
Look and see her heart unfold
Apr 2014 · 1.1k
Autumn
Faith Flowers Apr 2014
As my colors change and the wind nips at my face
I know there isn't much time left.
I pray I'll get a thank you this year.
But I'm just getting my hopes up.
I'm losing my grip on the only tether that keeps me home.
The days pass slowly when I'm aware of my impending doom.
The third sun sets and I shake in the cold.
Finally breaking away.
Falling.
Drifting.
Nearing my cold hard grave.
They think it's beautiful.
If only they knew.
It can be such a burden but
True love is sacrifice for the sake of those who take you for granted.

— The End —