I'm convinced
that there are some things
you're not meant to survive.
**** being one of them.
I feel as though
I was to end long ago but
I'm still here
and why?
What good can i do in this world,
who benefits from me going through this pain?
and,
why must i still suffer through?
why am i still alive and
walking this earth as a ghost of a soul?
and being only a soul,
I am now strength
in is purest and rawest of forms.
Humans aren't meant to love souls
and they never will.
No one will ever be strong enough
to bear my secrets
and still love me.
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