Monday, 17 January 2011

This Disease

Do you enjoy feeling like you don't have anything? When really you have almost everything?

It's too late to save yourself
So sit there
Bathe in your own pity
You want to cry
You want to shout
You want to scream at all the people who tell you what to do
You want to feel their pain on top of yours
The pressure
Pushing you down
You keep falling
Further and further into the abyss
There's no way to stop it
No way to get back
No way to repair the damage caused
It's a scar, a sunk cost
Immovable and unchangeable
It's you
You do this
To yourself
To everyone
You want to be the one thing you used to despise
That thing you can't control within yourself
It claws away at your soul
Looking for a way in
Looking for a way to corrupt you
Damage you
Turn you into a living reincarnation of it
You'll be that thing
One day
It waits for you to be vulnerable
To accept it
To hurt everyone you love
To become the person you hate
But love to think about becoming
It's your turn to wake up
To understand you're slowly becoming nothing
One day you'll turn around and no one'll be there
No one'll care
Do you want that?
Do you want to lose everyone?
Do you want to be alone forever?
You know the answer
You knew it before I even asked the damn question
It's time for you to fight
It's time for you to accept this thing
It's time for you leave this place
Leave your past behind
Everyone you once loved
Everything you once possessed
It's now
It's right now
You've waited for this moment for so long
You know it feels right
You know you have to do this
You know it's time
Wake up

Elijah

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