Failure

by Just another pretty face   Jul 18, 2010


The day I accomplish something no one else can,
is the day I can feel like everyone else.
The day I don't feel pain,
is the day my heart is no longer beating.
The day I feel fine,
is the day I can't feel nothing at all.

The day I feel free,
is the day I have gone.
The day I feel tired,
is the day I'm out of tears.
The day I can't take it anymore,
is the day hope is gone.

The day I can fly,
is the day I'm so light that I can spread my wings.
The day I leave my nest,
is the day I let go of the emptiness and start living.
The day I let go of the tears and fall asleep,
is the day I'm no longer breathing.

The day I don't need more cuts,
is the day my body is covered in blood and wounds.
The day I stop playing with blood,
is the day I stop feeling pain.
That day I'm going to fall asleep with a big smile.

The day I'm no longer a living dead,
is the day I'm dead.

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