struggle

I can’t do this anymore
Looking up at a steel grey sky
What does tomorrow bring?
Nothing but another chance to cry

What’s the point
Keep on going
Keep on acting
Keep on showing
The side of me that’s already dead

The smiles
Of a dead girl
The laughter
Of wind through headstones
The life and light
Of a wilting flower
Showing in her eyes

In one pail hand she holds a razor
In the other
She holds a knife

She starts to press them both
One for each wrist
Ready to make her arms
Beautifully razor kissed

She stops
Seeing his face
Remembering how he looked
When he asked her not
To do it ever again

So she puts down the razor
She puts down the knife
She lets the tears start
And she cries

She doesn’t know what to do
Or what tomorrow will bring
But she’ll struggle on
To see another day
She doesn’t know how
But she’ll find a way

by DarkestAngle
posted on 09/30/2009