Phoenix

Tiffany Renae C

want to cry. I really do. But when I feel the urge nothing rolls down my face. I have a soft sob, tingle in my nose, and quiver of my chin. But nothing is there.
I feel as if I should mourn this. To have it all said and done. You keep on torturing me, you believe this is fun. It might be for you but it’s destroying me. You scream I’m not who I use to be but how could I when your words like knives tear into me?
You’ve stabbed me so often lately, that I’m drowning in the blood. I guess I’ll be your human sacrifice so you can get your blessings. You’ll get everything you’ve ever wanted if you keep my body so messy.
You look me in the eye, try to say it’s for the best. I try to turn to walk away and another knife is plunged into my chest. Speak ever so softly, telling me this is all for me. That this is love and how my life should be.
I had broken through my chains and was starting my climb. Though I didn’t know my loved ones were calculating when I should die. The stab me relentlessly and bound my body to a chair. Slashing inch after inch of my body until I have nothing more to bare.
My screams are hoarse now. I stop struggling to be set free. Maybe I need acceptant them and say this is meant to be. As I find my peace, I begin to slip into a dream. Back to when they loved me cause I was who they wanted me to be.
It’s quite bittersweet, that it must end this way. But from the ash a Phoenix will rise and free I will be

  • Author: Tiffany Renae C (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2018 19:31
  • Category: Reflection
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