Monday, February 24, 2014

Never Give Up

I was one suicide from becoming a bad memory. 
Two "fuck the worlds" from being its marionette. 
Three steps from turning my wrath into a crime scene. 
Four reasons to question Gods. 
Five full moons from insanity. 
Six whispers from a scream. 
Seven days of weak.  
Eight seconds from kissing my dreams goodbye. 
Nine tears from never crying again. 
Ten blocks from a nightmare. 

And hope never left my side once
Because it believed in me the same 
way I believed in it.


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