All Too Familar

Fresh pain as fresh as it can be,
its an all too familar sting,
its nothing new its nothing old,
Its nothing i cant hold,
Holding onto the memories
My childhood happy nd fresh
Now i sit alone in a dark room
With nothing but a bed
I rock bck and forth
Making sense of all of this
I see a spark in the distance
It calls my name,
My hands find the floor
As my little bit of strength pushes me to rise
Step by step i climb
Step by step i colapse alittle more
I weaken alittle more
As the spark grows
Beautiful and bright
I take the last flight
Nd end it all tonight
Devil2me Devil2me
18-21, F
May 16, 2012