It's crushing my soul to watch you disintegrate
This idillic icon, this flawed and broken person
I'm supposed to grow and be you, yet I find my self in constant terror of becoming what is and what could never be
Maybe society failed you ....
but you failed yourself in pinning your hopes and dreams on another.
I may ramble your paths in intrigue
May sip of your vice in hopes of understanding
May rage at the unfairness of the hand that you were delt
But i refuse to file blame
Refuse to wallow
And I've repent for your sins
Noticed my own
Dug my own shallow graves
And have made peace with my daemons
I will not follow suit
You are a beautiful disaster and I love you
Maybe some day you will be set free
The cage of your mind is so binding .... I can only imagine your torment
But you bring it on your self...
And unlike you, I can embrace my flaws.. my vices ... my daemons... it doesn't really help.. but at least it keeps me sane
Others may have failed me.....
But I make my own way.