Maybe I’m broken…
And maybe I’m wrong.
Impulsivity kills me,
But in it I’m strong.
Strong enough to destroy
all I hold dear…
I’ll burn all the bridges
To escape all the fear.
And in all the fire
I believe I am safe
The smoke is my shroud
within all the waste.
My ego feels healed,
But my heart is erased
And I’ve lost- yet again
All the love I had raised.
The quiet ghosts haunt me,
In their silhouette flames
And the loneliness taunts me
With its burden of shame.
But change isn’t real-
It’s just something we say
When we want to feel hope
that we’ll be better one day.
I can’t fight this anger,
And the fear that consumes.
So I’ll burn through my contacts
And cry alone in my room.
Maybe, one day-
The rain will come down
But who, then, will wait
For when the fire goes out?
And who, then, will know
I’m better now?
CaliStray 