We've all been here.When tomorrow no longer matters.When the pain no longer bearable. When peace ceases to exist. We slowly open the door of death so that darkness can consumes us.
It's in the silence that we realise that death is our only option an escape from all our problems.So the mere thought of having peace is what drives our intention and we find ourselves taking our own breathe never thinking about own flesh but rather seeking hope in death.
Maybe we are forgotten. Our presence is just another memory deleted from existence.
Maybe we were never created, just a thought in God's mind. Maybe the world doesn't exist. We are just characters in a long movie and we are only playing a scene until he replaces you with someone. Maybe death is not literal death. Maybe your charater has been exhausted and its time they brought someone who's and young and fresh.
Maybe there are parts you'll play in in another world. Maybe thats why we need to die.
Maybe we are just figments of someones imagination.
Maybe ...
To think that love could save you. When it's broken so many hearts is pure ignorance. To think that love could erase his faults and deem you from your insecurities is lies in itself.
That loving someone more than yourself will make him love you more. Who lied to you and told you that love could replace the past and bury hachets.
We expect love to do all the hard work while we figure out how we can excuse our actions.We give love a responsibility that wasn't love's responsibility in the first place.
So quit blaming love for your actions.
She wore mirrors on her body reflecting every demon that possessed her. Dancing until the ground cracked.
She kneeled down to creatures of the water immersing herself in their realm.
She had dark cracked lips. Darker than the hair on her crown. She walked with a sense of grace that one had never exprienced. Bearing scars on her back. She learned to fend for herself.
She had cracked lips that saliva couldn't repair.
Its the endless memories that linger the most
When the heart yearns...
But they too soon fade away...
Leaving you with bits and pieces of individuals but never the whole person...
They're just memories...
Our wells are dried up. Like drought
cracks on hardend soil. We no longer cry because the rain stopped coming a long time ago...
