The fire is lapping at my ankles.
Laughing at my pain though.
As it burns down all the rainbows.
My breath comes ragged like these rumors.
Tyrannical ruler's
Frosted over like cranked-up coolers.
The wreckage simmers in the darkness.
Threatening to spread flaming chaos
Or spark bliss.
I have so little control
Nearly heartless.
All I can do is play my role
Trolling along....thoughtless...
And in the darkness, no one can see you cry.
They can only imagine how happy you are
And wonder why.
You battle with the sadness
Constantly taunting the gallows.
Hollowed out like a jack-o-lantern
drowning in shallow shadows...
"You look so empty..."
She said...
That's what she said.
I can't connect all of the fractured pieces in my head...
I can't say out loud that I'd much rather be dead
Without someone freaking out over the last sentence that they read...
It'll never end because you can never trust who you can't trust.
But best believe the other things are always as truthful as they seem.
I guess I'll go on till I'm lost and forgotten.
Or till the hole in my chest is septic and beyond rotten...
I'm downtrodden.
I can't feel.
It's hard to separate what hurts and what's no longer real...