They took painkillers
to take away the burning ache
in their head.
The pain went away
but the pills were still
here to stay.
And the pills led to more.
Beauty, lust, seduction,
sex, desires, affection,
love,
distance, separation,
heartbreak, loneliness,
depression, anger
Hate.
It was an endless cycle of defeat.
Because it was too late.
They had already chosen
their fate.
The door had been opened for too long
the numbness covering their mind.
They could not find their
way out again.
It was too late.
They were trapped.
Trapped in the broken memories
of what used to be.
The only thing left
was the downfall for them to see.
I witnessed the eyes of
the broken,
the tears of pain.
But if they were so numb
Then why did they still shatter into
tiny pieces from every step
they took.
Oh god how I wish that
I too, was numb.
However, I must be strong
I must choose a different fate
than these poisonous beings.
I must keep fighting,
so this viscous cycle can come to an end
once and for all.
I don't want to be like them
I don't want to fall
- are you still trying?
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Puisi［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
