It's up to you what's wrong or right.
It's up to you whether you want to fight or go quietly into the night.
It's up to you whether you want to take this life by the *****
or fall in line behind the wall.
This is your life.
Your body.
You have the power to choose.
Whatever you decide,
it's up to you

And although Father,
You've never foresaken me
You do tend to leave
me,
speechless.

we began like a
reverse fairytale.
starting with happily ever after.
in the beginning your eyes
were more powerful than your lies.
and someone like you was incapable of sin.
...

Fingers.
Dancing across the keyboard.
Thoughts expressed with
A few strokes
Of a few keys.

Finger pads.
Punching.
Gliding.

A million things drift through
Her head…

The thoughts running like wildfire.
Coming undone
Through her fingertips.

A pause here
And there…
To gather her mind.

Confused.
And hurt,
But also happy
And content.

She finally rests her *******.
on the third button.
From the shift.

A period.
An ending.
A goodbye.