Kill Your Heroes
Did she know what would happen when she let herself feel alive? When she undid the chains that bound her and got rid of her ideals?
Did she know that in order to survive you have to kill everything you ever believed in?
Did she know it would take so much longing, so much destruction. Did she know how.
She cried herself hoarse screaming reaching out for the things she could not describe,
was left speechless to explain. Even if she had a voice she could not have used it. So instead she made a list of indescribable things that could not be translated, and needed only to be known.
Her words were her only reprieve.
Made into something she didn’t want to be by the ideals someone else created, she was trapped inside her own mind.
She broke every window and held onto every inch of ground she gained.
She was not meant for a life in a glass cage, playing at happiness. Children can only be childish for so long.
She grew up, and when she did: she was strong enough to kill her heroes, and brave enough to become her own.
