a long time ago
not so far away
i was broken
soon,
i was fixed
company was my strength
among it I was content
and even then
i could feel reality
eating away at the fabric of my soul
people would comfort me
people would suffice
their stories
making my dreams
soar and fly
but
no one’s willing to do that now you know
there might be a time
when people would
but not now
no one would be there
if I cry
if I stay
if I die
if I fail
in the end
no one would be there
to see my face
when the casket falls to the ground
and leaves without a trace
a few years later
no one still would bat an eye
when my last breath has been breathed
no thought resurfaces
of news about the boy
who left because he wanted to stay
he wanted to stop
thinking
and this was the only way
he deemed acceptable
to make it so
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
a long time ago
not so far away
i was broken
soon,
i was fixed
company was my strength
among it I was content
and even then
i could feel reality
eating away at the fabric of my soul
people would comfort me
people would suffice
their stories
making my dreams
soar and fly
but
no one’s willing to do that now you know
there might be a time
when people would
but not now
no one would be there
if I cry
if I stay
if I die
if I fail
in the end
no one would be there
to see my face
when the casket falls to the ground
and leaves without a trace
a few years later
no one still would bat an eye
when my last breath has been breathed
no thought resurfaces
of news about the boy
who left because he wanted to stay
he wanted to stop
thinking
and this was the only way
he deemed acceptable
to make it so
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