| Crash |
| Visions of lights flashing bright in the cold December night fill me with fright. I imagin I lie, eyes wide to the sky as the epiphany comes to me that I've died, Is this my choosen destiny? The images came in flashes to me. So bright and real that I can't see. If this is how it's supposed to be...really. I'd rather be watching a scene in a balcony. A play that shows my life's story. A state of mind, a nightmare come true. A reality of depression has finally come through. "I'm fine, I'm ok, there's nothing wrong." I say and i answer their questions all day. And although I lie when I respond, I feel my serade can't keep going on. Words unshed, unwanted, unspoken to those I wish to talk to the most. I feel the deep rooted anger that boils deep inside me will let loose and lash at everyone I love. I think... I feel... I know... I shouldn't be here anymore. I think... I feel... I know... I crash. |