The pain
has faded.
I don’t need it to end.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel,
at least a little.
I can see the optimism in
life.
I can see Everything,
and I thought that was enough
but maybe it's too much
because nothing’s going to change the fact
that I see myself as a walking dead girl.
I can now bare the pain
in my head.
But the pain is still there.
I’m still in the tunnel.
And even though I’m doing better,
I don’t think that it’s
Enough.
If I once was supposed to
kill myself
then maybe
I wasn’t supposed to
live.
The pain
has faded.
I don’t need it to end.
I’m happy,
at least a little.
I’m fine
But nothing’s going to change the fact
that I see myself as a walking dead girl.