I've been here before.
I've kicked down these doors to save you from the Fire that's keeping you captive.
I've fought every charcoal tipped suicidal thought away because your innocence can't be touched the way mine has been.
The way each of my reminiscing scars has been ripped apart the way your smile does to my heart and I never mind either way.
But your a shining star, and your still so delicate.
A simple touch in the small width of darks finger tips could fry you into a oblivious depression,
when every day just passes by and you never seem to care but you do to much that It burns your insides out,
and every night you'd be calling out in despair.
Yelling at something that's not there. You'd be insane.
I have to save u now because I want to be able to stop that pain.
It has to become the past to last the spell which was cast we have to prove them wrong.
For everyone who said it will. To everyone who's gone.
We have to shine in the dark.
For every spark that's been tamed for every dreams that's been crushed you have to gleam.
Because insanity isn't what it seems. Not everyone will notice.
The only ones who are, and the ones who scar.
YOU ARE READING
Fix me.
PoetryThis is where i escape. This is where i spend my days, in between thoughts about suicide and what else I would do to be held in your arms.
