I’m right on the edge
Of madness and reason.
But I fear of the next push
For there might be no coming back from this.
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I am but a broken glass.
Poorly glued back together.
I am whole, but fragile,
With cracks that are easily visible.
I am certain to break again.
Once upon a time I was afraid of a man
He embodied evil
And even called himself the devil
I was tormented by him for years
He’d walk into the room and the lights would dim
The air would get thin
We were at his mercy
Years later we were able to escape
But he never left my mind
I hoped that the man would find grace
The demons would crawl back from which they came
And maybe I could see light in his soul again.
I’m not sure what to do with you
All I can do is cross my arms and pace
Because my heart hurts for you,
Yet I cringe when I see your face
There are so many demons inside me
I’ve had to wash away so much sin
But I can’t get rid of the pain you’ve caused
That is buried too deep within
Imagine the world on mute
Where loss, and love feel the same
The beauty of the world fades
Into shades of grey
You are reduced to an autonomic state
And left to run on autopilot