“For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.”
“For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.”
The boy who cried wolf. The boy who cried so hard that nobody would even listen to him. Its all just an empty promise in a broken world. There is no sense in this anymore. There is just time stretching on into the distance as the wind blows cold and forces me to hide in fear of breaking apart. Now everything is broken. The time has come to stop fighting this endless suffering and let go. Because there is nothing left to keep holding on. There is nothing holding me back. Just one brave step and then i’ll fall forever away from this. Its why I’ve always been scared of these places. Because I knew one day i’d end up here. Waiting to just jump. I’m so sorry for what I must do. I’m so sorry for the pain I will leave behind, for all your tears and all the questions you will ask, for all the days that could have been and all that we have had. Please forgive me…
Sometimes its easier to fall away than to pick yourself back up again. My world feels so cold but everything is on fire. My heart burns so much just wanting something, anything, anyone to pull me out of this place before I drown in it. Because its dark and I don’t know how much longer I can bear any of this. Its become a waking nightmare of my own irrational making and i’m sick of it. Sick to death and time just ticks away as I cry hoping that it will just end once and for all. But my cries go unanswered and there is no escape. No ending in this suffering of servitude to a place where the sun never shines, the words are all hollow and you can’t even speak because it all just hurts too much…
