How satisfying, the sound of breaking glass.
Until that glass is your thoughts
and those thoughts are your veins.
You hope the blood that escapes you will take all the pain.
How numbing, the dark drops that fall.
Until those drops are your breath
and that breath is your life.
You hope for relief but you can’t get it right.
How beautiful, the darkness that billows inside.
Until that darkness consumes you
and you are an empty hole.
You hope for warmth but you remain cold.
How hopeful, the hand that reaches out.
Until that hand is your demon
and your demon pushes down.
You hope to wake up but instead you drown.
How sad, the tears on their cheeks.
Until the tears become fights
and the fights become lies.
They hoped for the better but didn’t make it in time.
How wonderful, this thing we call life.
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