Nothing left

What's left? Is this the cliff.

The end of the road, Life's best?

Is it being seen as an image in the rear view mirror,

The past fading away and the edge getting clearer.

Tortures end seems to entice me,

That should come of no suprise.

What happened to the beauty in the sun rise,

What happened to the sun that lit up my skys.

Spring green no longer a peaceful, serene scene.

The dying of the ember autumn leaves now seems to fit me.

I'm lost where did I go, can anyone tell me where?

I lost myself amongst the darkness no longer blessed with a reflection in the mirror.

Cracked creviced like a dry barren desert,

Find a drop of rain and you'll see where it doesn't hurt.

Where'd my value go and when did I lose it,

Why am I nothing now, why do I feel used to this.

I should be used to this,

The way I carry on you would think I'm new to this

Cruel hand of God to take something so small but cause it to control us,

To outruel us,

To use us

To get through what,

Nothing if it ain't love,

The heart is God's biggest blunder.

Or hurt, no call it hard

Maybe that's the true pronunciation of it in biblical times.

It must be,

Bc my hearts on my sleeve,

Look inside my chest its nothing but hurt,

Its hard to be, here on this earth with no feeling inside.

Nothing good anyway that I used to use to survive,

No barely getting by,

A night,

Without reminders streaming down my eyes,

Wishing I could escape the cruel joke that I repeat everyday that joke is surviving.

So I'm here at this edge looking down,

It looks unfamiliar and sound.

Feels like home, I guess I'm homeward bound.

Falling in a chaotic tumble, starting to feel relieved in free,

Wait what's this god has something else up his sleeve?

The kid on the anthill so cruel and mean,

Woke me up from my freedom, it was just a dream.