Tripping over my own broken feet I

stop to regard this decomposition of

my body and wonder vaguely

Is it supposed to hurt like this?

Images of holding you crippled body still

so strong so fresh in my mind trickling like

blood over my senses

Are you supposed to bleed like this?

Running away from everything that hurt

me trying so hard to get away from my

own shadow wishing that I could just turn

to dust and vanish instead of bearing this

burden of truth

Are they supposed to haunt me like this?

A bolt of understanding pierces my broken

existence and the dawning of light is

enough to shatter me break me down so

that I will never be the same again

Was it supposed to be like this?

Collapsing breaking under my own fatigue I

am brought screaming back to the shell of

my skin shackled to this dying mass of flesh and

forced to remember everything I have tried so

hard to forget

Forced to return to the ebb and flow of my

diseased breath poisoned blood and

rotting soul this conglomeration of the

very things I have come to hate

I wonder how you must feel doing this to

me telling me that I have no choice but

to face the things which threaten to break me

Am I supposed to die like this?