what didn't kill me, still hasn't made me stronger:
pale face to the moon-
the sunlight burns my skin,
sweltering flesh in the rays of realization,
so i turn to the reflection of its light.
im not a vampire, but most days i feel like one,
sleeping all day long, lethargic when forced to move-
the cloud is dense, ready to burst
ready to encompass me in my depression-
what hasn't killed has only made me clueless,
i have no grasp on the world,no compass to guide me-
discombobulated,weary from the storm.
my mind thinks:
"maybe the winds of the storm are so strong so you can
withstand the buffeting of the hurricane"-
"but you can't even withstand these,
you will never make it through anything worse",
my battered heart screams only seconds after.
what hasn't killed me, hasn't made me stronger-