The Untitled
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains.
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears
But within her heart a silent flame
This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.
But yet you continue clinging to what is left over,
your depression grows deeper,
Pulling you apart at the seams,
Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees,
"How much worse can it be? "
The body - The mind controls and manipulates.
As the poison enters the veins and circulates.
Cold dark thoughts of suicide
Why don't I do it tonight?
No matter how heavy my heart,
Or how dark the moment may be.
There’s only me.
Copyright © Cristyna Small | Year Posted 2011
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