FicWad

Self-addicted what a mess,
Just a damsel in distress.
Don't I make such a scene,
When I begin to fall apart from the seam.
We all remember wen we were happy,
But now we're all unhappy.
Death is knocking at my door,
And I don't feel a thing anymore.
Wheezing and aching.
Breaking and faking.
I reach for the handle,
Almost as hot as wax from a candle.
A product of self-destruction.
She sits in pain, like manufactured production.
Day by day, the anxiety fills her,
Her tears put her mind in a blur.
What happened to our determination,
Now all just expectations.
No effort, no one will pull the lever
To start our forever.