Living in pain for long,
should make you numb; or stronger,
for you aren’t dead. But it doesn’t. It didn’t; I’m
split into two, living in two parallels. Where
Jekyll and Hyde hate each other, and
tumble in the contradiction of how I
want to live and die at the same time.
And the peaceful blue of the sky
is forever a lie; for I
fail at lying or deceiving everyone, including
myself that things
would be okay.
© That Girl in the Fray, 2019. All rights reserved.
