my life has a beginning
but no end
no fairytale shit
that you tell your children
the bullshit you tell them to make them think
that they could be happy some day
that they can find true love
and ride off into the sunset
well that's not how the story goes
there is no prince to sweep you off your feet
there might not even be a thing called love
love is an illusion
and it hurts
there is no sunset
just rainy days
you learn to love the dark
to hide from people
because you can't trust them
you learn shit
you don't dream anymore
your nightmares consume your world
you aren't scared of blood
in fact
you love it
especially when it comes from your own skin
you learn that you are a fucked up human
that there is nothing you can do at this point
you have fallen so far down
people tell their stories about surviving
but you tell your stories about dying
because that's what it's about
you've figured it out
but
there is a reason
why their stories have titles
and yours don't
your story is untitled
because it isn't over
and when it is
maybe it will be about
surviving
because that's what you did.
