**
on the edge of this mountain
near the edge of defeat
at the edge of my sanity
where the cut brings relief
standing out in a crowd
screaming what nobody hears
voices so silently loud
I could just disappear
blood and emotion mingle
death promises peace
holding onto the dream
that brought me here to this place
daggers and bright lights
center stage as the fool
where the hero's pretending
that he knows what to do
we wear paint to mask the truth
we are as lost as the next
selling hope for a dollar
to a crowd with no sense
so my toes mark this cold stone
the blood a symbol of strength
because I am a survivor
no matter what anyone thinks
**
A/N
I fought off the rhyme so hard...I hope the message still came through. Hang in there warriors. Tomorrow is a new day, and we need you
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Comments (5)
We are only human and do the best we can in whatever we do in living our lives. That is what I got from this one. Good job.
The hero's pretending that he knows what to do... I feel that one line sums up adulthood. We're all just making it up as we go along. Well done Kelli!
Edgy indeed. The angst is most definitely present.
I also find it hard to write without rhyming. It must be in our blood. Got the message loud and clear. Some powerful lines in here, Kelli.
I don't think the rhyme hurt anything. A powerful piece, Kelli!