What’s taunted in existence
Can only hold the truth of an ashamed reflection.
A careless state of mind controls the ruins of destiny,
Directions which are misleading,
lead to a path of disgrace and dissatisfaction.
When darkness is the only forecast
There’s no use believing things will be bright again.
The silver lining brings us down.
Down to a painful red, which despises true redemption.
Bleeding is the eye of the beholder.
Covered in pain her life now lives-
Going back is a wish that can’t be granted.
Somehow recovery isn’t as easy as being who you are.
--should I finish it??