As the day goes on, the worse I feel.... Is there something I did? Why does it always end so construed...... I can't even look into the mirror without falling into rage and despair, to ribbons of pain that intertwine and entangle my soul, my heart, just the bare fragments I still hold of myself.
These ribbons, these cords attach like an umbilical and ***** the life out of the remaining pieces.
My mind, the once bright lantern struggles and convulses against the shadows that emanate from my eyes.
These shades asphyxiate me...
If this is truly the end,
It at least brings me comfort
That there was a beginning...
Carpe Diem, my remaining wish.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
As the day goes on, the worse I feel.... Is there something I did? Why does it always end so construed...... I can't even look into the mirror without falling into rage and despair, to ribbons of pain that intertwine and entangle my soul, my heart, just the bare fragments I still hold of myself.
These ribbons, these cords attach like an umbilical and ***** the life out of the remaining pieces.
My mind, the once bright lantern struggles and convulses against the shadows that emanate from my eyes.
These shades asphyxiate me...
If this is truly the end,
It at least brings me comfort
That there was a beginning...
Carpe Diem, my remaining wish.
My heart, Gone.
