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Catalyst

I am the catalyst of time;
built to last but easily broken.

I am the message in a bottle;
made with care but then lost at sea.

I am the transparent eyeball;
I see everything but no one sees me.

I am the weeping willow;
forever crying and never truely understood.

I am a lost dream;
a fantasy story that everyone loves but not amazing enough to be considered real.

I am my own broken heart;
I bleed out of my chest and smash out onto the ground.

I am a tattered soul;
murdered by false love, slowly being saved by a loving hand.

I am the sleeping pills;
meant to help people but usually used to kill them.

I am the knife's cold blade;
reflecting your faults as you cut them away.

I am the noose around my own neck;
dangling from the shaft, losing my last breath.

I am the bullet in the gun;
pressed to my head and about to pull the trigger.

I am the ghost;
of the girl that I use to be.

I am dead;
by no one's else's hands but my own.

I am the catalyst of time;
built to last but easily broken.