When I thought I was out of it, I plunged deeper cos all my saving grace was the branch of my broken heart. I fell deeper into the abyss I had created for myself and finally got comfortable I'm the darkness. Once I saw the light I shrivelled, sentencing myself to a life of impending doom.
I wanted to try, to know that I worked for something but the home I had created for myself didn't give me that luxury and so I let go. Lost the desire and gave up the will. The will to fight, to fight for acceptance, to fight for approval, to fight for love.
I lost it all and this was where I lived for a very very long time. A time that lasted no more than a day.
PS: My definition of a day is not 24 hours...
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UnMasked
ПоэзияI'd rather be in hidden sight, far away from the world and its peering eyes. For all I know and more, the very essence of life is in the moments shared, memories created, tears that flowed or the words never spoken. Sometimes I'm here today, there...
