Is this reality? Is this my world? Or is my mind projecting all of its concerns? The air is heavy now, too thick to breathe. And the weight on my shoulders, it drags me, it drags me deep
down below
I curse at the mirror and hate it for what it shows.
She never had a choice.
Living in silence,
my heart beats a quiet
rhythm of regret
waiting to sleep.
Take my life for hers.
Glowing red my skin
Burns
she sleeps in the ground
humming silent sounds
in a coffin laced
up and canvas-bound
Bath with blade in hand
Water clear now painted
she met the sidewalk fast
she’d learned living lasts
now her life remains
just in the past
Take my life for hers
Take my life for hers
She made friends with the voices in the walls and the frames in the halls they laughed in her face but she didn't seem to care. Now they mourn her loss and I hear their cries through the glass as I pass.
Let her be? It can't be. It should be me.