I’ve hit the Self Destruct button
several times,
one too many to count.
It couldn’t be helped.
But as I hit it,
and I stand there,
shaking before you,
I feel firm hands on my shoulders.
And as I face you with tear-stained eyes,
you give me a warm yet stern look.
I can feel a smile,
but from who it's coming from,
I can’t tell.
Yet suddenly I’m embraced,
and I’m told I’m loved
and that I must find a way to save myself.
I hear small laughter,
out of madness, frustration, and sadness.
I’m just this child,
who’s lost.
First, it started with Sadness and Suicide.
Then it worked up to Anger and Violence.
Until finally I’m at Indifference and Numbness.