promise

Beauty is in my broken little pieces. In the way I  fall apart each night and yet manage to reassemble myself by the first ray of dawn.
I'm a mess, a collectible clutter of ill fiting pieces with high hopes of being whole in the future.
But that day will probably never come, for I'm not a diamond in the rough.
I was glass thought to be bulletproof but that was not the case.
I tried flame and ice to forge me anew and nothing happened, heaven's barred and hell won't have me.
So stay away, away from the mess I call life and you might be free of my curse.
But if you decide against my advice then promise not to complain about my sharp edges.

Homage

And thus silence became the most deafening sound coming from her mouth.
An empty silence as if she never existed or as if she was a dream that passed.
She no longer had time to linger, to beg.
She left, and the void came right after ready to fill the space she once occupied.

Dark

She had never felt more alone in the presence of others, empty cold and apathetic.She lost the meaning of who she was, floating in darkness pretending to be alive when all she wanted was to silence her mind and be at peace...
 She closed her eyes wondering what was happening, but she was too tired to dwell anymore.

Prisoner

I'll always be a prisoner of my mind, it's a horrid place there yes it is. Each corner hides another terror ,another mistake, another trap to make me peer into the dark abyss; The dark abyss that was once created by unrequited longing, by falling off of clouds and by believing in others too much... But what can i do? There is no escaping my mind.