She feels like all she does is re-build herself just to destroy herself all over again and she doesn’t know how to stop the cycle
These building blocks are getting tired
Wonder if they’ll hold up any longer
They’ve been beaten and abused by other people and their own owner
Blame it on her bipolar but it goes deeper than that
She’s holds a special place in her heart for her hope
Says things happen for a reason but sometimes they don’t
Sleeping through the seasons acting like she copes
Those dreams will be deceiving when she believes they’ll come true but they won’t
No work ethic how does she expect to survive all alone
Thinks she’ll just magically thrive but she’ll be lucky to be alive when she’s done
The demons dive deeper as she lies to herself
A knife may even creep into her but let’s just forget about that
All the time she gets sleepier, can’t stay awake and face the facts
She’s got nothing going for her but her soul... if that even lasts
Blames the world for her darkness but the switch is in her
Never knows a brightness unless she’s in love
Focuses on others problems when, with hers, she’s had enough
Is a great friend to other people but with herself she has no trust
Because the building blocks she builds up
Rather as protection or robust
Always crumbles at her feet when she needs it the most
Stability is difficult to keep when her mind is a mess
Only feels alive when she gets undressed
The answers are inside but she’s pathetic
Too lazy to climb the walls, yet she created it
Can’t even cry, her tear ducts still
They say she’ll be fine
She doesn’t think she will
Why would she try to rebuild ruins?
Inevitable defeat, giving up before she can keep going
She’s showing how she’s cowardly
Don’t you see?
She’s already dead
She was me
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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