Inure

Counting days that blend into nights

hours of weeping and mad fights

still, I hold the promise that stays

I wish that it was never this way.

Icicles that thaw my mind

that lost its way, now you can't find

keeping me lightyears away from reality so true

sometimes I wish I never grew.

Heavy arms that cradle a pillow

tired eyes that dream of eternal sleep

legs that don't support you, giving up bellow

as the ground, you once stood on, falls apart.

Shattered frames like the hopeful birds

scars and marks that leave you numb

pain that reminds you of a night gone by

anger that stays within to end the plight.

Thank you @diyashinto_free