Penned in ink,
the dream I cannot change.
Fighting back tears,
I let myself go.
Strange as it seems,
I feel no pain,
My perfectly dysfunctional heart.
ink splatters.
a shape unknown.
I squeeze a little more.
ink splatters.
blood red,
telling me, I'm alive.
Yes,
my perfectly dysfunction heart,
still beats,
a strange unknown tune.
perfectly dysfunctional.
Strength aborted,
raw emotions shown,
a dysfunctional being,
never straight.
never full,
call it broken,
but it still works,
perfectly dysfunctional.
facing fears,
the hardest of them all.
uncertaincy.
fight to be your own person,
fight,
fight for all you care for.
never let it be taken away.
for it all makes sense.
perfectly dysfunctional.
this is my life.
I call it perfectly dysfunctional.
No this is not actually my life.
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