Slowly I'll fade out of everyone's life,
I always have, I always will,
Because that's the kind of normal that happens with me,
Not the kind of normal that happens with everyone else,
With happy endings and bewitching forevers.
My heart is aching, twisting in its walls,
Desperately trying to preserve everyone dear inside it,
Trying to not let them fade away...
But its futile.
My mind, racing, desperate, trying to lunge at every sweet memory,
To withhold them for as long as possible,
To not let them float away...
But its futile.
Everyone is going.
Sorrow eludes me for now, and I am waiting,
Waiting for it to come back and have me in a choke hold,
The normal for me.
The kind of normal that almost kills you, But leaves you as soon as you are taking your last breath.
It won't let me live and it won't let me die.
It'll have me wanting for another kind of normal,
The normal that everyone else has,
The kind of normal in books,
Knowing damn well that I can't and won't have it.
But its kind of befitting for me I guess.
I can desire for that normal that everyone has,
But would that feel normal to me once I have it?
Or the normal that kills has become my normal now,
That I would never ever feel normal again?
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Words Of The Unheard
PoetryI guess some things are better left broken because putting them comes with a cost. A cost, not even the bravest of hearts want to pay....
