False Comfort

How sad it is

to feel so useless and broken,

when you're supposed to have so much time

to grow and live, learn and be free.

But instead you sit and wilt

letting your words flow on this paper, the same way your blood flows down your thighs.

You sit and wait

to feel the hope that left so many months ago.

Your empty shell now cracked,

revealing all the scars and loneliness that have devoured all the good that was left inside your beautiful soul.

"Don't worry, there's so much time left,"

is said.

But all that echoes back is

"It's over, you're not good enough, not strong enough."

And all your demons wrap around you yet again

and strangle you with the false comfort

that comes with letting go.