you crave that blade
like a drug addict craves cocaine
something to get your blood pumping
something to get your heart pounding
and you'll tell yourself,
just this once, i won't do it again
all the while knowing damn well that was a lie
because your eyes are bloodshot
and something inside you is screaming
i need it, i need it, please do it again
and not because it'll take the stress away
but because you just want to feel it
you just want to feel yourself bleed
feel something
other than pain and anger
because it gets suffocating
and you'll pull your head from above the waves
only to have another crash right back down
all that work, for nothing
and you think yourself harley quinn after a while
because you'll end up doing it for fun.
they all do, you're no different
and you can convince yourself you are
but in the end, you'll fall
those wings you think you have control of
control you
you can't control that which is wild
and one day while you're flying
soaring so high, feeling the wind through your hair
you'll find yourself suddenly falling
your limp body hitting the ground and breaking
almost like your heart
