Why must the simplest thing be hardest to get?
All I ever wanted was to stay alive. Breathe in ease. Bleed no more. Run away like the wind. Smile like I truly mean it. A heart that can never die. Yet, the odds of obtaining such simplicity are even higher than begging God for world peace. God. The cruel. The twisted. the conniving. The worst of them all. I thought He was supposed to heal me. I thought He was to strengthen me. Yet, the opposites came along...
My heart is dead. My eyes are swollen. My wrists are bleeding. My tongue is cut. My throat is slashed. My lungs have dried. My bones have broken. My limds are sawed. And I all I have left is memories of you and I in those golden days. Hope is still deep within me of knowing I can carry on forever. Faith still lingers like the ghost of you that we can make it through the night. Love still follows me like a shadow...
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