Not a Suicide

I live in two worlds.
One, is where my mind rest,
The other is where my mind is set free.

The limits of my body have me walking and crawling to my death.
But in the other world, death is only a transformation.

I have been creating and destroying my whole life,
And I will continue to destroy and create
So long as my will urges me to live.

Give me no sympathy
Give me no praise
For both will be destruction.

I need your silence,
And your eyes of love to feed me.

On my own I am sure to die.
I look for answers in places I don’t even see.
In that other world, that I beg to be a part of…
It only laughs at my weaknesses.

Although I do want to die, and I believe I have died many times.
Shedding layers of my body that rot and stink up the air I breath.

I hardly have any layers left,
Hardly any body to support me.
I am weak, and stand on faith alone.

Take me back.
And once again I will rise.
Rise with a new body of earth.

Only then will I be reminded that both worlds join together body and mind.
A beautiful hybrid of perfect imperfections.
We need not seek anything, because…
We already carry everything we need.

Thus, dying would be another form of living.

Mend me.

Be careful when touching a girl with a broken soul, you might get cut along the way.

And how would you mend that soul?

With laughter, joy and beauty.

Not vanity, but beauty.

Silly girl, you don’t need the mending you think of, for you are already perfect.  The perfection you think of does not exist, and you are perfect with your imperfections. Those flashes of sadness are only there to be recognized that they are not who you are.  Dismiss them, stand strong and know that you already perfect for your heart speaks the language of peace.  The mind speaks the language of trouble, thus quiet your mind and mend yourself with love.