The Final Curtain - Poem by Dakota Ellerton
Just for a moment,
I let my walls come down.
I told you thing's,
I shouldn't have.
I wasn't ready to let go,
I am not certain on how my heart feels.
Racing, or slowly pacing.
Good-byes are never easy,
but I brought it upon myself.
My mistakes shifted into my reality,
The nightmares that wake me,
have slipped into my days.
Everything is so distorted.
You've made me feel more worthless,
then I could handle feeling.
You've made my nerves dance,
and my mind shake.
You listened to my lies,
as I listened to your truths.
The complete oppisites.
Were my hands on your heart?
Did I really get that close?
My goal was not to destroy you,
to destroy anyone but myself.
I can not use a muse,
if they do not inspire.
The blood that pumps through my body,
is a quick acting poison.
not to get close.
In destroying myself,
I have brought everyone along with me.
Spreading my tears to the world,
I have pained.
Maybe I'm not as good an actress,
I believed myself to be.
Was my smile convincing?
Does it show?
I never was good at hiding things for long.
Never really sane enough to keep up a show,
never really crazy enough to say what I feel.
My father told me,
not to talk about it.
Everyone had thier thoughts, their secrets.
But what do I do with them Dad?
You tell me not to take my life,
then tell me not to talk about.
I'm only 14 Dad, what else can I do?
To start at such a young age,
would break my heart if I had one.
The fear to live,
consumed my drive to live.
What journey will life give me next,
maybe one I can not finish?
Such a fragile state, a fresh wound,
please don't touch me.
I will burn long after you go.
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