Please. Learn From the Mistakes
Salty tears sting at my face. I’m drowning, falling, dying
and I’m glad.
The sun shines down on my fragile body. It burns. I long for the chill of night, of apathy,
because when it’s cold I don’t have to think feel see care
I wonder what it feels like to die. I smile at the thought.
But then a boot crunches down, and my moment of psuedo-happiness vanishes, swept away by the
that is humanity.
Tears. They streak down my face. The world blurs. And I wonder if the salt is killing me too. Just like everything else.
My life should have been beautiful. I wonder where that beauty has gone. The stars? I look up into the night. But the smoke clouds the sky.
I am starless, heartless, hopeless. Everything but the one thing I want to be.
...Then a warm hand gently touches my cheek. And this casual touch brings safety, remembrance of a world I’d left behind. Hope fights to fill the gaping emptiness inside.
But it’s too late.
And it’s not enough.
The scars will never heal.