poetry

Shattered

good enough
neither nor
live or die
either or

good enough
never is
empty rooms
ignorance is bliss

when everyone's around
no one
can be found
(look in the mirror)
what do you see?forgive you?
forgive who?
you're dead to me
as much as he is

now read this
and laugh or cry, why?
don't care

There,there
I know that this
may hurt your head
but just know that he
can still see through you
like we all do
instead you pretend
that it's all right.
well you started the fight
but my hands are by my side

foolish pride tore this family apart
a cold heart still beating
life is fleeting
and soon you'll be dead
and I won't give a shit.

You've made your bed
now die in it.


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and it seems a little brighter when the sun's going down
feels like we can do anything in this small town
for a few minutes as hands pass the light
the air was a bit sweeter, it all burned a bit brighter

they climbed and climbed and
for everyone the view was different
some focused on the edge and looked down in fear
while others stepped boldly onto invisible stairs

when they came back down the sun had set
and everything seemed the same

the torch is passed as
the first ray of dawn
and last ray of twilight meet

and for a while longer
everything burned a bit brighter.