The moment when the rage is louder than your logic
When the pain begins to bleed over everything you touch
The very second you realize something had to change and the only one that can do it
Stares back at you
Through the beast of your reflection
When you’ve been filled with anger
And it’s broken you down to your knees
When full nights of sleep can’t help you escape the tired your soul feels
It’s the hours you spend at night begging to cry but even the tears you dropped can’t free you
The questions you ask yourself
Like... How?
How did I fall this far
And did nothing but watched myself
When find yourself lost in things you never intended to find complete in
It’s in that very last breathe
When pull inside yourself
And a slow fuck this
Leads to very turn around yourself was waiting on you to make
About the Creator
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