Confused in the myth,
Of right and wrong,
A hurricane of thoughts, emotions, memories,
Make me cry..
Make me want to die...
A small action,
Triggers an earthquake in the mind
And my whole world falls apart...
The strength I have, the walls I built...
My pillars of sanity,
All shake at the base...
And threaten to fall down..
And break me yet again...
To prove that i was nothing in the end...
My life was meaningless,
And i was just a noisy pain in the neck...
Who is, was, and never will be worth anything...
Not to herself nor to anybody else..
I hold on to broken loose threads..
With the lost hope to gather myself and not fall apart...
I’m tying the threads...holding the beads..
On my last shreds of sanity..
To come back together,
Form a mass of flesh n bone,
With no feelings to hurt...n no love to crave..
Just a lifeless statue..
Kept aside to gaze.
~k~
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