Don’t try to pursue the chaos.
I will only shatter you to pieces.
Don’t come too close.
I’m far too gone to save.
What kind of life do I promise?
What kind of joy could I bring?
The madness spins and spins.
Straw is turning to ash.
How can a broken heart produce gold?
Pretend with me the world is okay.
Pretend with me that I never hurt.
This box can cram shut.
Demons skipping around the room,
Laughing as the pieces continue to scatter.
Lament with me over the broken pieces.
And when I’ve stopped weeping, just go.
Wounded hearts feel the deepest of hope.
They feel the deepest heartache.
Chaos rages into the night.
The Dark is snickering.
Why? What was my problem?
How could I be so easily disposable,
And so easily adored?
I’m a suicide note waiting to happen.
I’m good at pushing loved ones away.
I’m even better at hiding that anything was ever wrong.
And to think this chaos only started last week.
A sealed box of history past crashed open.
Suddenly a lifetime of memories feel like they happened yesterday.