You need to know that my smile ain’t real;
This merriment is worth its weight in blood.
You need to know that I don’t belong here,
That I would rather fade into the dark.
You need to know that my soul is tattered,
My hands are torn; there’s not much left to do,
That nothing that I had achieved had mattered,
That I can’t help myself and can’t save you.
I’m shadows, I’m smoke " I’m evanescent.
I am the echo of the setting sun.
I can’t redeem the past. Can’t fix the present.
And I have lost my faith in everyone.
I burned so brightly that I have burned out.
The sun is setting, now it won’t be long
Before I follow it into the ground.
Just please remember me when I am gone.
And don’t you dare pity me. You know
Your pity is one thing I won’t forgive.
Unclench your hand and simply let me go;
I’ve lived the only way that I could live.
copyright @ Julie Deshtor 2013