Unfixed

forlorn

My broken pieces are slipping off my hands just like how autumn leaves do
As I tried running away from this havoc
I was lost
Lost in the wilderness
My path going directly to nothing
I have been probing for answers
For the the questions that caused chaos on my mind
Reasons I could not fathom
Lies I could not forgive

Can time be the medicine to this self-inflicted wounds?
Or is it time, itself, that will make it deeper?

No,
I can not be cured
This is a permanent madness
My sanity is like a shattered mirror,
Giving millions of unrecognizable images of mine

Tired and lonely
But I have no tears left to cry,
My life has become a blank sheet
Empty. .
I became an outcast of this cruel world
And again,
I could never be saved

And as the night became my room
As the darkness became my blanket
As the silence became my lullabye
My world and I,
Together. . .
We died