Waiting for the End.

This is not the end. This is not the beginning. Just my voice, like a riot. Rocking all these revisions but you listen to my tone and my violent rhythm. Though my words sound steady, something's empty within them. With fists flying up in the air. Like I'm holding onto something that's invisible there because I'm living at the mercy of the pain and the fear. Until I dead it, forget it and let it all disappear. Waiting for the end to come. Wishing I had strength to stand. This is not what I had planned. It's out of my control

Flying at the speed of light. Thoughts were spinning in my head. So many things were left unsaid. It's hard to let you go. I know what it takes to move on. I know how it feels to lie. All I wanna do is trade this life for something new. Holding on to what I haven't got. Now I'm sitting in an empty room, trying to forget the past. This was never meant to last. I wish it wasn't so. What was left when that fire was gone. I thought it felt right but that right was wrong. All caught up in the eye of the storm and trying to figure out what it's like moving on. And I don't even know what kind of things I said. My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead. Picking up these pieces now, where to begin. The hardest part of ending is starting again.

Love,
S


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