To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.
As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
The plot always was.
You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.
Although the last sentence
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.
Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.
You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book
Was your favorite story
It never gets old,
Even when the injury is nothing odd,
We never get used to it,
Its even worse when you can't even move to your favourite beat,
All you can do is just lay down on a seat,
Brings about anguish,
One which you can't really distinguish
From the previous one,
Because the feeling never gets old to anyone,
Makes us mad, >:O
And our loved ones sad :(
Despite all this,physical pain
Is way less than emotional pain.
Death's Gentle Touch.
A measure of a souls worth.
A simple reminder, of what we are.
Fragile, weak, selfish.
We learn from it.
But what is it we truly gain?
and its the one thing that causes me the most pain.
It breaks me to see and to discover that the people that I care for the most don't care at all, not necessarily for me. But not at all completely.
I have felt the deepest pain due to this "problem"
and no, I can't just stop caring.
Its not that easy.
Why is it we cure pain with pain?
A burn with utter incineration?
A cut with mortal stabs and fatal slices?
A tear with larger rips and further shredding?
A break with complete shatter and growing fractures?
A love with a deeper, truer, more honest and raw love?
Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....
~Imperfect Desire xx