Scared

I’m scared,
I’ll always be scared.
The same hands that used to give me life now kill me,
Fingers that once caressed & nourished the deepest parts of my soul now unravel the rot from all the love I denied myself.
I remind you how I feel,
You tell me why I shouldn't.
My end is near.
Throne toppled, a spark that once lit up worlds is lost.
Twisted, bent and adjusted into oblivion,
I choose to remember the illusion of what once was.
Light or darkness,
I know no difference.
Think of the worst when you raise your hand
Even if it's just to wave goodbye,
I smile,
Scared to think that one day the blade will be shoved deeper and I die a second death.
I am, I have been and I always will be scared.

©4eyedbunny1