How
How do you breathe, when the air surrounding you, is black waters? Dark and cold, filling your lungs making it impossible to inhale, suffocating and freezing you.
How do you keep moving on, when the dark tar of old, has you in a grasp of death. Tangling and whirling over your legs and limbs, seizing them, dragging you down from the light.
How do you laugh, when you’re stuck in a hurricane of sadness? Sucking and blowing the laughter from your core, and throwing it too far to reach, leaving the whispers of your tears to dance in your hair.
How do you show your true self? When your forced to wear a mask to façade your happiness while holding back your chaos of hurt.
How do you stop your tears that runs a river down your face? Like icicles, cutting scars down your cheeks for all to see the cold weakness that lurks inside you.
How do you wake in the morning? When sleep is the only escape, trying to keep you in a forever slumber, that calls and whispers to your soul.
How can your heart continue beating, when there’s only little specks left? When your heart was porcelain to start off, has been shattered too many times, and most of the dust has blown away in the wind.
How can you keep pushing the bolder up the mountain? When you constantly live in pain, in all aspects of life.
How can you keep smiling, when that smile was stolen so long ago? A smile once so bright, now dark and cold, and yet you keep on trying.
How do you stop creating destruction? When all you’ve ever known is so little on how to rebuild after destroying, and yet when you do it’s kicked down in front of you.
How do you push through the over whelming fear of failure? When all you’ve ever done is fail in the eyes of Destiny.
How do you keep living, when you tore two lives from your roots? When you hide behind the walls of lies you build around those seedlings.
How do you always let yourself become a second option? When the demons in your head twist around your thoughts making you believe that’s all you deserve.
How can you be so blind? So weak? So pathetic? How do you let yourself feel these things, let the veil of blame cascade your eyes seeping into your soul.
How do you embrace the corruption of the monsters and demons? You’ve never been perfect, but you were so close and radiant until your belief opened its arms to the blackened evil that follows them.
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