ix. fragile
someone once called me fragile
even though they couldn't have known me
from more than a mere glance.
it was both terrifying
and exhilarating
all at once
because they knew the truth.
the real truth.
not the truth I wore every day
to ease the minds of the world
or the truth that constantly stayed plastered to my lips
but the truth that lived
in the deep dark desolate crevices of my skeleton.
the truth that absolutely no one on this earth knew about.
that I was fragile
and weak
and
s l o w l y
f a d i n g
a w a y.
in this world,
it is unwise to show weakness or to show pain or to show anything but ruthlessness and
coldness and indifference.
in this world,
the monsters prey on the weak and the unstable and the ones that are fading into nothingness.
I am one of the weak
but I appear put together
not so the monsters may leave me be
but so the prying eyes of the world will not see the truth.
the truth
is a sharp blade
ready to pierce
and slay
anything in its path.
this truth of mine
that I am living a lie
is the key to destroying
everything I have ever loved or cared for
and while my own life may mean nothing to me
while I do not fear my own distraction
she matters to me
her life matters to me
and I can't let her go down
for my selfishness and for my lying tongue.
so I smile
and I lie
and I kiss the stars goodnight
because I am too weary
to put up a real fight.
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the flatline project
Teen Fictionyou are born and then you die. but it's the things in between that they don't tell you about. it's the monsters and the demons they don't arm you against. the people with their smiles and careful words who turn out to be the ones with the sharpest k...
