Breathe deep,
standing at the edge,
looking down, seeing
what I have to do
to break this false image
I put on show for everyone
there are many jagged rocks
I'm taking my last breath,
and jump into the sky's arms,
I'm falling, on the way down,
I'm breaking my pride,
my image to others,
and everything, I had to live up to,
the jagged rocks pull at my skin
and leave their own wounds
with every second I fall
I feel my false image tearing away
and the real me is taking over,
healing the wounds,
my false image has caused.
I'm getting closer to the ground
and tear form, scared of this new feeling
I've hit the ground,
wipe the tears from my eyes,
and look around me,
I see all the pieces of my shattered image
it relieves me.
I stare for hours, amazed at
the contents of my shattered image
now, I walk away, knowing
that I've come to a new point in my life
I've left this behind,
I'm much stronger now |
