I am the prize of darkness
the withering petal of a flower
the bang on the silence
the brick on the wall
the dirt on a frame
the mistake of a fool
the rejected option
a worth giving up being
a waste of the time
the doubt of your words
the truth of your lies
the thought at the back of your mind
the piece of glass cutting you
the blood dripping on the floor
the black in your white
and the reason to your hurting.
you should've given up already,
but here you are
warrily watching me
still believing,
not giving up on me.
and out of all the people,
it has always been you.
