Wait.
That moment.
You know what I mean?
When you wake up from a really good dream?
Where everything in life is perfect?
The guy you've been crushing on forever is laying beside you. You're father isn't really dead. You have all the cats in the world. All your friends love everything about you. Nothing is wrong. You're not sad, or mad at anyone.
Then that moment ends.
You realize your crush doesn't know you exist, you own maybe one cat. You're still in high school. You live with your mom. And your dad is dead.
Is that why we live?
Why we keep going?
To get to that moment and cherish it forever?
Maybe that's why people kill themselves to get to the place where everything is perfect because their life here is just so wrong that it can't be fixed.
What if people cut because what they feel in that moment?
Their life is just so fucked up but can still be fixed?
It's this thing called hope isn't it? It's not a friend but not am enemy.
It's welcome but the door is always jammed with the feelings trying to get you to kill yourself.
Why can't you open the door?
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
