before more damage it attracts

the air is toxic

the terrain, unfertile

the good that comes

does not surpass

the ugly and the bad

the truth hurts

the reality smothers 

the feelings that overwhelm me

can not blind

my vision and my heart

to move forward is a choice

that needs to be made

time sensitive as life itself

the wanting needs to be silenced

before more damage it attracts

it just not worth the tries 

I have been opening my eyes

to close those wounds 

all of this is not even near easy

as not all a delusion

there is something genuine

as intense and kind

but it takes two to nurture the soil

self destruction activated 

but the broken pieces still shines 

believe the light inside