Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Supernatural · #2156121
Held together for comfort by a higher being just for a night...
Why fight when everyone tells you to be the kid for once?
How can I ignore my feelings of self-doubt and destruction that is just begging to be let out,
And hurt everyone that has done me wrong,
Why shouldn’t I?
Karma’s a bitch,
Memories scab and reopen,
Hope kills slowly,
Death is a freedom.
Knowing that everyone sees the anger,
The uncontrollable lacking touch,
To change would be a blessing but my curse still holds over me like a mama bear watching over her cubs.
Why is it me that must stay strong?
Can’t you see I’m drowning.
The sky brightens just enough to make out the silver lining
Before remembering brings back the clouds,
I have already lost what I hold dear,
I’m about to lose more than ever before,
So why can’t you be strong instead of me for once?
My strength went against me and what keeps me here
My strength means having to decide again,
Life or Death.
Invisible arms cradle me,
For what I have lost,
For what I was,
And what I can still loose.
The invisible arms just hold like warm snow clinging to stay on the mountains,
A whisper of wind that doesn’t touch anything flies by,
“You can stay for the night?”
I nod just enough that I will.
For that one night
I was free,
I dreamt of colors,
All the while the invisible arms held me
Just for that one night I had the comfort of Death.