The 67th tear- fallen from Vega

The waves are calm

Yet I’m still struggling to move under the pale moonlight

I’m still fazed by the demons,

and the monsters still trying to pursue me

I’m still bleeding.

I know my own anger in my mirror is wishing for me to finally bleed out,

And collapse onto the earth floor as I fade away.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

I don’t know what I want to be anymore.

All I see are the resemblances of the people who I surrounded myself with

I’m still screaming at them, knowing deep inside of me they won’t listen.

They won’t care, they never will.

I wonder if I’ll become a lost memory to everyone I thought I loved

There’s nothing left I needed, and there’s nothing left I wanted

I really wish I could be what you wanted me to be

I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time.

Strength is a weakness, it’s always how I’ve perceived it

It gives the hollow, fraud reflection of hope,

and it’s taken away by its abuser whenever it need be

My hope will forever be swallowed in despair.

The hunters understand that pain.

The last wish I could ask now is to hold onto her hand, and tell her everything’s fine.

And finally close my eyes, feeling her tear drop on my skin as I say my last lie.

However, I still don’t know if you actually cared.

Shadows cloud my judgement, as they cloud my misery so it it’s no longer visible.

The facade has continued on for too long, it’s a venom crawling up my skin.

I’m too afraid to go down my path, knowing my happiness will finally be sealed forever.

It’s already been shut tight for so long.

I don’t know what to feel about you anymore.

I hope you listen.

for you.