The smoke curls around my nose, repungent and vile.
Sleepless and drained, I lay in pieces.
My heart still loves, but I couldn't keep up.
I do not hate or feel regret.
I say the truth and that's it.
So I lay here, moving day by day.
There is a slight relief, knowing I won't be torn anymore.
When you hit the bottom, there's that one comfort.
So I lay here, moving day by day.
Unwilling to hate or feel any more anger.
I just sit here and wait, for the pieces to pick up.
Fear is a strange thing.
It eats away and makes us angry.
Bad things said, bad things done.
When you just wanted to help, the hurt goes deeper.
So I lay here, with the filthy smoke curling around my nose.
With no hate or resentment.
Just calm defeat.
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