final battle
*please dont read or take these, just putting em here so I don't lose em this time.*
Finally after 35 years
After all of the pain, hopeless days and
monsters tearing through my brain.
I had a breakthrough.
The hardest battle, in a neverending war,
Trying to break through my fears,
cut the hate, open the gate,
Find a way to help the child crying at my core,
to maybe figure out what I'm living for.
Allow myself to feel it all and hope I survive.
The final fight, either I heal or I die. (facing the night, bleeding inside)
**so I face myself,
breaking down my walls
that were built to save
me from my flaws ( gotta find a way)
As I bleed it out,
I am flattened down
will I make it out,
or am I just another dark statistic.** ( just a cliche)
The deeper I go, the more the iceberg shows.
How long has this went on? Not sure why I 'm so wrong.
The deep wounds from life, betrayals cut like a knife.
Then, the frustration, being ever so patient.
No, I don't want to see, trying to suppress that memory.
But I must expose it and everything underneath.
The anger, contemplating, spent all this time self hating and waiting.
Now it's me versus me, And I tear at myself,
lost now in this, the skin starts to bleed... ( too deep, too deep)
**so I face myself, (what have I done, Oh god I hate this)
breaking down my walls
that were built to save
me from my flaws
As I bleed it out, ( can't I run?)
I am flattened down
will I make it out,
or am I just another dark statistic.** ( another person dead on christmas)
Fully inside, my tears fill my eyes.
The blade is in my thigh, but I'm in my mind. ( not away it's life or death)
Attacking myself with everything I've held in.
Addressing the shame, Hearing the blame. ( but not seeing the blood)
How I let them all down, nothing is okay now.
Gotta make it right, Push the blade in. ( unaware that it's too much)
Punish myself and let it all out. ( as I've always done)
The real truths spilling onto the floor... ( what if I bled too much?)
**so I face myself, ( dizzy now)
breaking down my walls
that were built to save
me from my flaws ( oh god, don't let me die tonight)
As I bleed it out,
I am flattened down
will I make it out,
or am I just another dark statistic.** *( please don't take me on christmas)
Then I found her, deep inside, barely alive.
My inner child, weakly crying, reaches for me then. ( she can't even stand)
What have I done? I hurt her, I used to be her,
and I drop the blade and embrace myself. ( bout fucking time)
I'm sorry, I forgive me, I will not self hate.
Just like that, I love myself, won't let me go again, ( I swear)
then this joy and light lit up me soul.
Now I am okay, not just pretend.( as long as I can stop this bleeding)
I will never hurt or doubt my self again.
Or feel alone, in myself I made a forever friend.( healing myself was all I was needing)
And I am ready to rise, I feel a new flame is burning in my eyes.
love you because I love me.
finally free.
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I remember the first time I indoctrinated a friend of mine into watching Revolutionary Girl Utena and got to episode 5. We both love very surrealist humor or just decide that the most mundane things in the world are funny. I remember the millisecond this frame appeared on screen, my friend bursted out laughing. Paused the episode and we were both laughing like crazy just because of how abrupt this goddamned chair appeared.
I wish I could begin to describe how much this chair has fucked up my humor. Any time time I see something remotely similar to this chair I chuckle, I giggle, I maybe have a small laugh and every time I have to explain myself. This is a joke for me and my friend only, only we find it funny even though their is nothing there.
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