To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Two Sides To The Story

Give it up.

Not the fight,

Not your brother,

Not the world,

But the pain.

You've been tearing

Yourself apart for

Far too long.

Give yourself a break,

Wouldn't you?

You're alive, aren't you?

Someone made it.

Let everything drop and

Slide off your shoulders

And even if you can't,

Smile.

Smile and pretend

Everything's alright

For once in your broken life

And make it through

Another pointless day.

Just smile, goddammit!

But I've been through

So much. Too much.

Pain, misery, torture,

Problems, burdens,

And worst of all,

Losing the ones I love,

And it twists my sanity

To the point where it

Only hurts when I laugh

And I'd rather be dead

Than to continue this life

My smiles are more

Plastic, convincing to

The untrained eye

There's always something

Eating at me

But I can't change it back.

Don't you fucking see?

It's who I am.

Do I even need to ask?

Do you even need to ask?

You'll never be fine.

I'm always fine.