Trapped In The Margins

I wish that love could save the broken ones.

Like me.

Like us.

There’s nothing to fix.

No one to save.

It all ends.

My strength means nothing.

It can’t carry me through this time.

Tragedy is too trite a word.

To describe the loss of ones so beautiful.

So damned.

So loved.

And yet so broken.

Choosing words carefully.

The sacrifice.

The understanding.

The end.