It's condemning to say
Burdening to admit
Destructing enough
It is to be said,
That the shards of what is left of me,
Is still in my hands in a tight grip
I tolerated the pain;
Enough so it keeps me awake.
That what shattered me,
With remnants of my pieces gone
Is the reason of my rage.
To tell me...
That what destroyed me,
Is what my sanity needed?
That rage burns more embers
Gives more light than happiness ever did?
To give my bitter gratitude
To someone who desecrated me
Brought me to my knees out of grief
And prayed my soul in exchange
Is that why struggles exist?
Do tell, How it kept me alive
to the bitter end;
To be better?
Is the heights I toiled
Is destined to fall?
For me to feel grief
And to chase the relief?
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 4:57 PM UTC
It's condemning to say
Burdening to admit
Destructing enough
It is to be said,
That the shards of what is left of me,
Is still in my hands in a tight grip
I tolerated the pain;
Enough so it keeps me awake.
That what shattered me,
With remnants of my pieces gone
Is the reason of my rage.
To tell me...
That what destroyed me,
Is what my sanity needed?
That rage burns more embers
Gives more light than happiness ever did?
To give my bitter gratitude
To someone who desecrated me
Brought me to my knees out of grief
And prayed my soul in exchange
Is that why struggles exist?
Do tell, How it kept me alive
to the bitter end;
To be better?
Is the heights I toiled
Is destined to fall?
For me to feel grief
And to chase the relief?
Ifykyk
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