Imissthemoon

I can't stick to whatever I'm trying to accomplish.

Every time I'm almost there, I lose control.

Drowning in the thoughts and guilt weighed from my decisions.

I just want to like who I am, but it feels impossible and out of reach.

I'm tired of climbing the stairs. I wanna stop, but I need to get through the top.

To breathe in the lovely air and cast my beauty on the world below,

but there is no beauty to cast.

Only a shadow of conniving doubt.

An inconvenience to everyone's sunlight dimming their day and causing sadness.

Why do I only cause pain?

Wallowed by the serpent whispers on your tongue

I never meant anything, not to you.

My warm, blood trickles down your hand, soaking my dress and drawing to the floor.

I collapse to the floor; unable to breathe.

The shock, the agony, the expectance.

Fire of rage and pity looking down on me.

I knew you would do this, yet I did not to stop you.

I look up in pain but my eyes full of love

At least you'd be the last thing I'd see before I die.