Is It Wrong?

This, this was the kind of pain

That everyone and no one ever feels

Pain, that people forget when it is lifted

In that moment the world is not grey, but black- simple words turn into stabs for eyes cannot see without light

This was the kind of pain that deserves to be heard- yet one that no one can describe

Is it wrong to crave this pain?

Is it wrong to want it, just to understand?

She, she was the kind of girl

Who smiled when her heart was nothing but pulsating shards of something once whole

Her eyes alight with such hidden pain

Locked inside herself

Eating at herself

She spent her nights in self-loathing, wanting nothing more than to escape her own skin.

Is it wrong to see such twisted beauty in this image?

Is it wrong to admire this broken and beaten girl?

He, he was the type of boy

Who tried his hardest in everything he did

But everyone he trust always let him down

And for one night he cried so hard he could barely breathe

When his world had been stolen from underneath his feet, flipped, leaving him helpless

Then he built up walls to never let anyone in again.

Is it wrong to try and climb his walls - even if that means breaking him more?

Is it wrong to give in, when someone doesn’t let you fight for them?

It, it was the night

Where the stars twinkled and twirled on a rich, velvety canvas

But nothing was to be appreciated, with curtains drawn tight

When the silence was code for scream

Sounds and words they could never hear

Thoughts and pain to be forgotten, just as it always was

Is it wrong to love the moment when your heart clenches?

Is it wrong to crave the burning in your lungs, the stillness of the world?

Is it?

Is it wrong to give up, give in?

Is it wrong to stop caring for a cause that you believed so much in?