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How can you just look at me,
pathetically holding the shards of my life in my cupped hands?
You kick me when I am so far down,
lost within and without.
Within my own mind, trapped with the endless questions, and without a reason to return.
Look at all these tiny peices,
so small,
but large enough to sustain a memory.
Here I am,
longing to live,
and living only to forget.
How does any of this truly make any sense?
I'd love,
for only just one moment,
if I could just purge my every memory from my mind.
My love has turned to loathing - how I so long to feel again!
I feel numb, as though no fire could warm me.
No distraction from this sorrow, and only the constant void... Here I am again.
Left alone, and feeling so ashamed.
Where is my hero now?
...
I turn to face my greatest enemy, and I stare into my own brown eyes.
No comforting embrace is found there, only myself placing the blame.
This mirror only shows one side, and it seems that even I cannot see the truth beneath my appearance.
What have I become?
Why do I do this to myself, why can I not return to some point of normalacy?
Why can I not forget, why can I not move on - What keeps me here?!
When I turn inwards to hear my heart, why do I only hear shallow beating?!
My heart is hurting, and I cannot bare to hear it screaming.
pathetically holding the shards of my life in my cupped hands?
You kick me when I am so far down,
lost within and without.
Within my own mind, trapped with the endless questions, and without a reason to return.
Look at all these tiny peices,
so small,
but large enough to sustain a memory.
Here I am,
longing to live,
and living only to forget.
How does any of this truly make any sense?
I'd love,
for only just one moment,
if I could just purge my every memory from my mind.
My love has turned to loathing - how I so long to feel again!
I feel numb, as though no fire could warm me.
No distraction from this sorrow, and only the constant void... Here I am again.
Left alone, and feeling so ashamed.
Where is my hero now?
...
I turn to face my greatest enemy, and I stare into my own brown eyes.
No comforting embrace is found there, only myself placing the blame.
This mirror only shows one side, and it seems that even I cannot see the truth beneath my appearance.
What have I become?
Why do I do this to myself, why can I not return to some point of normalacy?
Why can I not forget, why can I not move on - What keeps me here?!
When I turn inwards to hear my heart, why do I only hear shallow beating?!
My heart is hurting, and I cannot bare to hear it screaming.