Destroyer of wanting.

Tripping over my own path,
Fumbling for a hand;
Falling into a hole of nothingness.
When will it be my turn to be saved,
And when will this end,
Can I have that hand,
Or do I have to keep picking myself up.
Maybe I unintenionally want this,
To be left alone,
To keep falling and not be saved,
I could be afraid.
Afraid of that happiness,
To just simply sink into the bottom of my heart,
And crash in waves and drown my heart into deep depression.
I get so close, to having that something to save me,
But I run away from it,
As far as I can so I wont ruin something good.
Happiness is what makes people come to life,
And if I were to have it, Id kill it.
Id screw it up without wanting to.
Im a destroyer of love,
Im scared of it and thats why I destroy it,
No good things should come to me,
Im a mass destruction of heart break,
That shouldnt get a chance at love.

Reviews

[BeautifulDisaster]

wow i really like this.
i love how you made it into something dark and lonely.
good job

[StoryTailor]

I like this. Definitely makes me think. It's curious. (Be happy! making me think is a great accomplishment!) Good job on this.