I can see it coming. The beginning of the end. The end of the beginning. It comes closer and I keep changing. I'm not scared anymore.
Black.
I felt guilt for a person who made my life hell. I was someone else and I felt so lost. Being dragged through a path of broken glass and razor blades. Eyes wide, but mouth sewn shut.
Red.
I feel anger towards the people that watched/contributed to my sorrow. I feel power in my every step and with every note I hit I feel the world around me shudder. I look in the mirror and see my potential about to burst through my skin. I'm still going down the path, but now I'm walking on my own.
I will never shut my mouth again.
I'm not afraid to keep on living way out no where, with my bulletproof heart.
I know my name now.
Do you know yours?
