Torn Up Story.

There it is, a torn up story.

Torn by your own fingers, ripped to pieces

All because of your own selfish glory.

What is the story? Why did you tear the tale?

Because you couldn’t handle the truth,

You couldn’t handle your own fail.

You wrote the truth when your heart hurt the most,

and now it caught you off guard and its terrifying

Reminding you of the times you overdosed.

It reminded you of the truth and the guilt,

It reminded you of the anger and the fear,

It reminded you of the destruction of comfort and everything you built.

So why was it so hard to read the note

The note you brought up the most courage to write?

The note you thought was your last hope?

You still can’t face the truth, that’s why!

You re-read all the memories that made your heart bleed.

You read all the memories that made you cry.

But really, you shouldn’t have ripped up that story.

Those memories are the truth and why you’re here.

You just couldn’t handle your own selfish glory.