Fuck it all.
Am I really in this place?!
Am I so hopeless?
such a disgrace?!!
So let's burn it all!
to hell with these endless lies
and painful acts and scenes
I'm done being 'Miss Perfect'!
I'm not some fucking robot, I had dreams!!!
smile?!? really?!! YOU WANT TO SEE ME SMILE?!?
WHY THE HELL SHOULD I?!!
give me one good reason!
Should I really even smile again?
when I smile
a real smile, it isn't for joy or relief
its when I can feel myself cracking, like a thin mirror
filled with my reflection
it feels so cold, and thrilling too
every time I crack I lose everything I feel
I feel crazy, but it feels so right
to be broken, and shattered
The pain just.....ends
for a short time...
but then it all comes crashing down again
as the parts stitch themseves back together, to be shattered
Again,
And Again
And Again!
Why do I repeat this endless cycle,
instead of stop the pain, along with time
so everything. can freeze?!
Why hold close the rules that bind me to this torture?
why do I still care? is this what I get.....
an endless suffering, even after I sacrifice my all
to just keep breathing? when this.....life.....isn't worth it?
When the air around me is too poisonous to breath?
No, maybe I should just start over-
wipe the slate clean
but I've done that countless times!
it never works, it always re-sets itself in new agonizing ways
Dreams hold my salvation,
But in the end......
All Dreamers Die
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Miracles Aren't Real
Poetrythis is a collection of poems and other crap that I've written.... ENJOY