happiness and love are floating in the air
but not for very long, no not long at all
the darkness comes sneaking through
and without a sound, it coats his skin.
the darkness and the light start a war
oh yes, a war inside his fractured skull
his body becomes a battleground
and he realizes he's become akin
t o a m o n s t e r.
no amount of pills will heal his wounds
nothing will ever fix the breaks in him
but maybe the light will seep through
and maybe the light will fucking win...
but the darkness stabs it in the back
and the darkness consumes him again
it's a never ending war! an eternal battle
and eventually, he's thrown in the bin
j u s t l i k e o l d g a r b a g e.
this tragic story never fucking ends
it just loops and loops in circles, again
love, hate, beauty, pain, it all just repeats
because neither light or dark will be let in
b y a b o y l i k e h i m
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This one is about my bipolar disorder. It has a personal meaning to me. Please don't repost it. Thank you :^)
