Cordolium
There are days when I wonder why I try at all
Most things will end up fruitless
all that hard work gone to waste
Dreams don’t often come true for those who work hard
Life becomes pointless at one point in time
Thus the void becomes and grows
It sucks in everything:
Memories
People
highlights all of your regrets
The people we love become distant shadows forever behind us
Our world turns to the dullest gray
Only images of red or blue come through
Like the water in the bath
Like the river that runs down your face
Wordless images grace your presence
all of those faceless faces pass by you whispering
“Why are you here?”
You look around yourself
Why are you exactly here?
Why can’t you be someplace else
All of this won’t matter in the end
Something pushes you
pushes forward
forward to that shiny blade
The pink flower blooms as quietly as a child sleeps
Pain reminds you
You’re still stuck here
but this pain
It feels good
good compared to that pain
the pain trapped inside
Broken girls
blossom into warriors