Dangling
If anyone told me they planned on killing the things inside me,
I know they are lying, everything inside me already feels so dead,
All of my inner self is dangling from a string, it makes my courage flee,
The few things I like about myself dangling, suspended, it fills me with dread.
The catatonic state from seeing myself die from the inside out so slow,
It never ends, always plauging me, making me helpless to stop the fall,
I can feel the string fraying, everything I am slowly dropping so low,
It is only a matter of time until the string breaks and I become so small.
There I am, every sound is silenced, as I hear the string break,
I begin the freefall to my inner death, everything feels so surreal,
As I fall I feel something is wrong, there has somehow been a mistake,
I am no longer falling, someone has postponed the death, someone I can feel.
The screaming silence fills my ears, the silence of who I am,
Now I must see...who is this person who has acted so good and kind,
I look up to see a woman's figure, her essence brighter than any gem,
I feel her holding everything I am in her hand, her and I entwined.
Why has she stopped me from my fate, I also wonder how,
Surely she came out of nowhere, was it destiny or chance,
I curse at myself, letting someone save me I would never allow,
Still I know she won't soon let go, I can see her offensive stance.
Why do I trust her so completely, with the part of me she now holds,
It must be her eyes...or her touch...or how she saved me without hesitation,
Now as I realize why she did it, and why she is here, everything quickly unfolds,
She is the only one who ever offered salvation which somehow serves as a
frustration.
So this is it, I hang suspended now once more by this woman I so adore,
I don't only love her for what she did but also for how well she does this,
Now I know I want her here, no, I need her here suspending me forever more,
The fact that I am dangling is one that no longer scares me, one I will dismiss.
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