Painful relief

There’s no happy ever after. No silence filled with laughter.

There is only the broken pieces, dragged from your skin an placed before you.

Its your choice.

Shall you destroy them? Or make your own thorn crown?

Words and tears and insane laughter had spilled from your mouth like vomit,

but now those emotions had grown ashen.

Or had they run away?

Your inner child is still wounded,

you EGO shattered,

your ID feral,

love lanuage dead,

and true meaning cryptic by your actions and reactions.

There is only an empty ruin of what could have been a wonderful--

You here, are here.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And yet you smile.

For now, you can build again.

And maybe you can use the shards as pigments to paint with your fingertips.