Anonymous 

 

Shot for the moon,

but got stuck gazing at the stars,

Your psyche was thought to be immune, 

Full of hidden painful memoirs,

Yet you still stumbled and fell,

The superhero becomes the distressed,

Yet how could you tell?

You are no where near perfect you confessed, 

You'd stumbled before and nearly crashed, 

Yet never hit a rut,

Here you feel smashed,

You hoped that this cut, 

Wouldn't grow to an incision, 

But a harsh reality came smashing in, 

And it cut through you with such precision,

That all of those walls you'd made were crumbled again,

All those things you had fixed,

Seemed more broken than before,

You tried to hide it you were affixed,

But you couldn't stay that way forevermore, 

Your mind was in shambles, 

And your hope disappeared, 

When you finally did break the pain was visibly ample, 

Absently you steered,

Believing that it was all a waste,

You got attached and hated the fact that it hurt so much to leave,

But you had no choice and the slate was again erased, 

But it wasn't so easy as that you had felt something different this time it was them that were hard to conceive, 

And it hurt the worst, 

This was the first time you let yourself care,

You felt cursed, 

And now you were lost somewhere, 

Between sadness and anger,

Angry at yourself for caring when you knew it would hurt you, 

And sad because you couldn't be with them longer, 

Its a funny thing when you don't care for so long,

That you forget how emotion even works,

You forget how good it feels when it doesn't go wrong,

You realize how bad it hurts when you have to leave it all behind as the storm takes you away with its painful blows,

You begin to realize just how bad you missed feeling like you belong, 

And how different it feels when emotions have you in their cruel clutch,

It feels so different when you care again; in a way it feels almost wrong, 

you miss them so much, 

The few friends that you had, 

Just like all of the past times when you didn't care when those past disappeared now; they are probably all gone too, 

But it was her that hurt the most,

She who made you feel like a dream,

Then she disappeared with the others like a ghost,

You couldn't bear the fact that she hurt you so bad you want to scream,

Those emotions you thought you could handle,

But this one you had thought you loved,

Could no longer hold up her scandal,

So true feelings were told and you had been shoved,

Shoved back into that dark abyss from which you fled,

Now with all that could be done,

Even when you thought you'd finally won,

You still hung your head as your wounds bled. 

 

 

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