Broken

You break every single day,

You thrive to survive,

You daze diurnally,

You let the conflagration within you waver.

How do you survive?

You make incisions on your flesh,

Wait for your veins to turn blue,

Does blue symbolize royalty or death?

You drink the poison of guilt quotidian,

You go down the spiral,

You breathe fire,

You shred a piece of you, everyday.

You wait for the devil to take over,

You still look at the purple sky for hope,

You cut open the callus everyday,

You still desire for growth.

You tear up and shriek,

You pull your hair strands in agony,

You still manage to rise,

The only question I want to ask is,

How do you Survive?

-Stoic writer