I grew up being optimistic and full of joy ; emotions which I thought would last forever.
Years and years passed on and the days were always full of wonders.
Through my ups and downs, I managed to always see the bright side and, unknowingly, leading myself towards greater suffering.
Me not facing most of my problems was one of the biggest problems I was escaping.
Eventually, at one point in my life so far, it finally catched me.
And as I stood alone, cornered by what I had created, it began to consume my soul until I could no more be.
As time passed, my long lasting death continued, and every day that flies away, is just another shard of my soul vanishing.
But then, one day, my heart came in to save me but also to finish my endless suffering.
I fell deeply in love and what I thought would be the best feeling ever, turned out to be my biggest mistake.
Butterflies in my stomach, feeling weightless, what should've been the best feeling ever, was actually my deadliest ache.
I continued living while I was slowly dying, I thought loving her could stop it but man I was so wrong.
One by one, each day was wonderful and painful, every week was like a happy movie with a sad song.
But then, one day, my suffering finally ended.
She broke my heart and that's when I knew I was dead.
Until now, I spent my time bathing in self-loathing and trying to fix my broken pieces.
I went from innocent ways to do it, to ways that I thought were diseases.
I tried smoking my life away but it didn't change a thing.
I tried drowning myself in alcohol but it couldn't stop my heart from bleeding.
I fell from heaven down to earth, where I spent most of my life in Hell's flames
Always trying to fly again with my broken wings and my broken heart
Chained down to the ground by my own work of art
Cursed by the things that I am the only one to blame.
- M.C.
