Everything Falls Apart
No one ever knows,
Nobody ever sees,
The pain of picking up a shattered soul.
Piercing your skin in a thousand places.
Falling like sand in a clenched hand.
My blood began to drip,
Forming an ocean beneath my feet.
I called out into the darkness
Trying to understand my weak soul
And wonder why I woke up in tears.
Another innocent life was taken in the name of depravity.
I cannot sleep;
My very being comes from pain
And it burns red to blue.
Dear father,
I cannot look into your eyes
Inside I’m hurting
And so I’m blaming our fate on the night
Without the moon to drive out our darkness
I can no longer see the beauty from my childhood stories.
I am your blood;
Your son devoid of all your promises.
Perhaps I’m an accident to you but know that I need you
You provide me with the things you think I need
But I don’t think you understand what I really need
It’s not your monthly paychecks,
It’s your affection.
When I see the mirror image of myself
I see your features
And your reflection
and the weight of being someone I can’t be.
I don’t know how much time has passed
When you told me that you would show me the way.
I was very happy
To the point of seeing an illusion of having a father who cared.
I seek your compassion,
I try to make you proud,
But your head never turns in my direction.
With my eyes closed I followed you.
If I was seeking pain, I found it.
Because you aren’t the person I believed in.
I thought you were the hero of my childhood,
But turns out you’ve always been the villain from my nightmares
There’s a war inside my head
And trouble a the tip of my tongue.
I’m tired of pretending to not care
I should be strong,
But I am weak.
There is a place I call home
It’s a place where I’m known
Where there is no fear.
I’ve been counting the years to find such a place,
Having hopes that in time it would reveal itself.
Unsure of where to start,
My nightmares soon turned to daydreams.
Before I end this farewell,
I want to thank you for being the life of my life.
I lay in the darkness,
Praying to understand when everything began to fall apart.
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