Those last words spoken.
Those last tears shed.
Those few drops, crying.
Life, oblivious to its own meaning.
We live, fear.
The ending, the end. The world is ours for the taking.
Picture perfect; skin, eyes, mouth.
Heart; tattered and torn.
Mistakes, regrets, things left unsaid.
Things, words, meaning spoken.
Escape from the mouth, from the consequences.
Actions, unaware of affect.
Does not see light.
Burning, the incense, smells, LAMB.
The music, the scissors, the skin.
The phone, the texts, the guilt, dread.
Photo frames, memories, days once fulfilled with joy.
Smiles now drift and sink from minds, hearts, and souls.
Depression. Curse, burden, unwanted thoughts, regrettable actions.
Misunderstanding of issues occurring.
Issues, hope? No.
2 / 3 = .666
The failure, blessing or curse?
He is not real, for I am gone.
The scars, pain, aches, the muscles stretching limits.
Overcoming a lost love, the alcohol, drugs, dependence?
Rocks have become soft, in need of some courage, strength.
Pride.
Water, it trickles and washes away what’s left, nothing!
Pulsating, heart beats, internal, that one awful decision.
The LIES.
Countries apart, close at emotional levels of fondness.
Commitment for the weak.
Independence for the strong.
Becoming that.
Batteries, the power, the charge.
The patience for the arrival of the words yet unspoken.
Once the person is needed, avoid at all costs.
Only want, for if you need, you will fail.
Independent, be!
Butterfly kisses, peace, fragile, bones, skinny or anorexic?
Eating is not on the ‘to do’ list.
Unfortunate decisions, such a delicate state.
The rosary beards, dangle from the fragile, scarred wrist.
The reality sinks in as hope, pushed further from the grasp of hope.
Happiness, evident? I think not.
What does it take?
To rule a normal life.
Slut.
Scum.
Scrag.
Bitch.
Everything, every bad word, all of it.
Me.