Narcisa

Sincere torment

My eyes are squeezed shut begging for a beautiful awakening 

I want to wake up in the bed i spent most of my years.

My strongest desire is to cancel out the memories constantly replaying in my head

Often times i stumble between if I'm really suited for living among the living rather than the dead


The cost of friendship never seemed like a difficult purchase

Until he left my side without hesitation

Better yet, when he took his own life for what I only could assume was in vain

I can't tell what hurt more his choice or my immediate reaction

 

I told him to not be a drama queen, and now he's dead

My strongest desire is to believe that things would have ended up better if I was at the other end of that blade

There wasn't a wound he wouldn't mend, there wasn't a dream he wouldn't support

I told him to not be a drama queen, and now he's dead

these words just keep repeating in my head. 

He would have never said that to me no matter how petty the cry might seem.

 

I would like to call this life's biggest lesson 

But I don't want to call it anything because then that would mean that this isn't a dream 

If I could trade my last breath to give you a million more

would you forgive me?

 

 

 

Comments1

  • JustABird

    This made me cry. I'm sorry anyone has to feel this way. It's not a lesson, it's a knife to the heart. And no one deserves that. Sounds like they're someone who would be forgiving, even without having to trade for it.

    • Narcisa

      Thank you



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