I have to do this again.
Will I never end my suffering?
I will be strong.
I will hold my head high,
Don't worry,
I won't cry.
The brick wall in my heart
Will just block it out.
At this point,
Death and I are no strangers,
He must do his job.
And I must do mine.
They believe I am strong,
Because I shed no tears.
And they cling to me,
Like a rock in a storm.
What can I buy with my tears anyway?
Not more time.
Not an end to the tragedy.
Not a reprieve from memory.
This is not a fairytale,
The pure maiden's tears have no power.
Indeed, I am powerless and impure.
I am a power hungry monster,
Who hides in the skin of a girl.
Pretend strength is all I have.
Sharp blades I was told are strong,
A pen I was told was stronger than those blades.
But I have no power, really.
Because neither pen nor blade,
Stopped your death,
Did they?
