Luminous [A poetry collection] ~ Canvas of Words

~ s h r e d s ~ [requested]

This poem was requested by
meskeleton_07.

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Sometimes,
it's like the flick of a switch
in my head,
in my heart,
and it makes me want to stop dead in my tracks.

Because after all,
what use will it be,
if I comb my hair today?

If I open the window,
if I clean my room
or work on whatever duties.

I know what they hammer into my head,
"Always be diligent,
do this and that,
help here and there,
work now and then,
and once your mind is torn apart,
you'll know you fulfilled your purpose."

And then my stupid imagination
begins to run wild again.
It paints the most horrific pictures
and carves them into my head,
impossible to forget

the thought of what could become of me,
the fear of what is my destiny.

If success is my only destination,
then why can't the road be less painful?
I hate the stones,
the sticks and the pebbles
that tear my skin away.
The skin of the same feet
that work till their bones break,
and yet they don't make a single sound.

I don't understand,
I might never will,
why do we try to shatter our souls?
Only to put the shards back together,
glue them with trembling hands,
once we are older,
once we turn colder.

But maybe, it whispers,
the voice in my head,
maybe it's better to break.

You don't want to be one of them in the future,
those who have nothing to live for.

Maybe it's better to shatter your soul,
even if fate doesn't plan to reward you.
Stay on the safe side,
because you don't know,
you don't know 'bout the things that determine your path.

Rip it apart,
rip your soul to shreds,

just in case it'll be worth it somewhen.