when the time has come for you to fly, it seems as if you were to leap into the darkness, that instead of flying you’ll fall into the ebis of emptiness.
so vast and dark ,to dark to see that flying and falling look the same from the bottom of the trenches.
they feel the same almost a
lie you’ll feel as if you could
fly, till you hit the ground with a tremendous boom. making a crater in your subconscious. a place to put your child like self to lock it away and to forget it’s worth. looking up you can almost see the light , so faint so distant , not at all bright. some times it gives you hope, wishing with all your might, that the loathing inside will start to subside.
it does for a moment then rises again, like the tides of the ocean washing in.
with all that’s created inside your mind, some truth and some false, memories combined.
they all run together making your story your own , reliving the horror even when grown.
your bigger and better you’ll feel like a warrior , untill you remember that child inside, the one that is left in the darkness to cry. to cry all alone, you realize all at once , that your still in the darkness and killing yourself. slowly with vises with burdens of drugs , and drinking your childlike self to the grave. as you look in the mirror still small and alone, your body is broken, from the fall that duisguised it self, believing you have flone.

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