How
many times can you die over night?
How
many times can you lose your mind
Sitting
quietly in the dark?
How
many times can you survive the torture
Of
being untrue to yourself?
How
many times a soul can be shattered,
Pieces
of a broken glass…
How
many times a heart can stop beating
Just
to feel alive?
How
many times a death is welcomed into one’s life
When
the finish line is blurred,
Hidden
in the thick fog?
How
many times the self-sacrifice is praised
Instead
of being punished?
How
many times the self-destruction is the only way
To
feel a thing again?
How
many times a forgotten being is the answer
Instead
of being a cry for help?
How
many times you have to lose yourself
In
order to find the right path?
….
I
am done with all of the above,
I have become a soulless being.
I
do not long for the priceless salvation anymore,
The
savior is long gone, non-existent.
I no longer need to destroy the small piece of my soul.
Why being damaged is a bad thing?
Broken,
forgotten, used and abused,
Tortured
and crucified by those who don’t see
The
beauty in the darkness when the moon is in its brightest.
....
I have died enough for anyone,
Now
it’s time to live for myself, not for someone else….
