My Figment Me

[whitechocolate6]

I'm not the boy I write about

He's but a figment to me;

The wisper of a long gone past

And the scream of destiny.

I wish I could be him,

(To make it end, To run away)

But that is not the game I play;

My story refuses to end.

You think it would be easy

To stay down after the fall.

Let me tell you something:

For me, it's not easy at all.

Long ago I loathed myself

and plotted suicide.

I was foiled by my heart;

I lived when I should have died.

So now I trudge and carry on,

Trying to live well.

But I'm not sure if I'd get up

If once again I fell.