Broken

The thing about us is

I don’t have a voice

And you’re always roaring

Yours is too loud

You’re too strong

And I’m this fragile little shell

I’m broken already

Yet

You keep on walking on me

Breaking more of my broken pieces

When will this painful lifestyle end

When I’ve turned to ashes?

And when shall I seek the ending of my agony

When shall I leave this abyss

Crawl out of the dark

Be blinded by the light

And feel the warmth of the beautiful side of life

The only life I’ve seen

Has killed my childhood

And killed the ones I love when I became more mature.

Now that has cut deep,

But then I got accustomed to the pain

Like a drug.. I couldn’t live without it

So I tried to cut deeper

And I drew a map on my body

I finished my map

Then I drew a dream

Of leaving this prison, my soul and my body.

See, I can’t breath

The tears as they fall make me choke on my own breath

I’m holding on to this life by a thread

But I don’t wanna hold that thread

But to let go and live the fall it takes to death

Is a hard decision and I’m the weakest person alive.