10
Last straw
The wound that reopens.
Always lurking in the backdrop,
ready to burst.
Without a warning.
Last straw broken.
I was calm.
I was happy.
It was fake.
A fancy lie.
Last straw broken.
It was a mask.
The hurt was vast.
I jumped recklessly
Without a care.
Last straw broken.
The inspiration to do it again is lost.
Any faith in myself, lost.
Loves many,
Hates self.
Last straw broken.
YOU ARE READING
Moksha (Attys)
Teen Fiction"I am so happy cause today I found my friends, they are in my head."-Kurt Cobain
