(chapter two: defeated)

(chapter two: defeated)

A Chapter by kill the innocents

Now you defeat me
Just by look at me
And walk away
While I’m just there looking
At an empty space
With my leg hurt
With my hand held
For you to hold
Just there
Defeated by you
Defeated
I love that word
Defeated

Again while I walk to you
You pushed me to a wall
But I didn’t feel anything.
I just heard a glass melody
Broken glass melody
My heart is broken
She left me all by myself
To pick up the broken heart pieces

While I picked up the heart pieces
I say to myself
“This gonna take a very long time to get back together”
It is
I need to find the small pieces first
Because it’s the most difficult part for me
It’s represent the small memories
That only remembered by me
And the only memories that left for me
Then I need to shape it
That’s represent what’s happening now

I do it alone though
And I don’t know why I do it
Better if I just leave it there
Better if I just forget everything
And move on





I’m tired
I’m really tired
I’m exhausted
I need to rest
Please
I need rest
I deserved one
After what I tried
For a long time
Without others help
I’m so stupid
Throwing my time for nothing
I’m asking myself
Should I give up?





Day by day
I’m getting weaker
I’m alone while I’m fixing my heart
I still remember the broken memories
Together with the broken pieces of heart
That I place it in a jar

Till now
I still remember
While I pick up the heart pieces
My hand is covered by a kind of dark red water
The water is thick
And I
Seriously don’t know what is that…


© 2011 kill the innocents


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Compartment 114
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I'm not the most eloquent speaker, so I thought I would borrow a few words from Shakespeare. 'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.' When life gets hard, when things change, true lov.. more..

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