He needed someone to fight for him,

But he ended up fighting for himself.


Years flew and so he grew,

Out of everything else,

He became the shadow of something that could have been,

While the haunting memories of yesterdays went in flames,

Along with the burning pictures,

which once made his heart rage like an erupting volcano.


With the taste of his own tears caught under his lips,

He sat in disarray,

Helplessly gazing at those flickering flames,

Turning efforts, promises, sacrifices and joys,

Into nothing more,

but mere ashes.


As the wind blew passed his ears and the smoke blinded his sights,

He felt like a part of him had just died.


He smirked as he knew… He’d never be the same again.


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He crawled his way up to the top,

Where he thought mother nature would shower peace,

In his restless soul.


Breathless and stabbed was the feeling inside his left chest,

But faith laid still in his heart for he believed that his efforts to the top,

Would destroy everything that was slowly killing him.


He sat on the green grass,

Trying to catch his breath,

While his gaze went into contemplation of the view that laid before him.


Such a beauty it was to his eyes.


The sun setting down its light for twilight,

The branches and trees showing signs of life as birds sang their songs,

Through the gentle wind, made life worthy.


For a moment,

He could feel the peace he so yearned,

Coursing through his heart.


It was where he wanted to be.


It was where he needed to be,

But cruelty knows not its limits too,

As he stepped forward to relish what was in front of him.


His eyes went down,

And a voice inside his head whispered:


“Jump and you will be free”.


He took another step forward,

As he began to consider what his demons ordered him,

He closed his eyes,

His heart, thumping like never before.


He was just about to fall to his demise,

When the faces of his beloved ones flashed before him,

His legs crumbled and he went straight to his knees,

Tears rolled down his cheeks.


How could he?


His body became shaky and dismal he was,

By the dark thoughts that filled his mind,

Dejected, pitiful and pathetic he was,

As he tried to pick himself up.


Ashamed of what he was about to do,

He looked up to the sky in tears,

Knowing that something far greater than anything,

Had just saved him despite how desolated he was.


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“No one really cares anyway, so do it!”


These words echo in our minds as we look at our scarred skin;

Ashamed and guilty from all the helplessness,

That’s consuming our hearts.


We aren’t as strong as we once were.

Our defenses… Weakened!


Our pain and sorrows;

They push us to the edge.


We ache like never before and we raise our hands up,

Begging for hope;

For one last chance as we’re driven by the destructive feeling,

Of these horrific images that haunt us.


Yes! We all die a little sometimes and we’ve already lost countless battles.

But on a painful wasteland of fears,

Doubts and regrets,

We stand still and we won’t be moved until the war is won.


We’re the lost souls of this world.

We’re unique! We’re young!

We’re restless! We are wreckages left behind…

We bleed and it feels like death is overtaking us.


We’re cold and scared.

We’re a mess.

We’re chaotic and We care too much.

But WE are special!




They dare to ask us…

But while they’re the ones behind the triggers;

We take the bullets for each other.

That is what makes us special!


We are the lost souls of their world,

And We won’t just die yet!


© Wild