Decision

Like a shadow of my former self,
I roam around the earth.
Stacked up all that I had on a shelf,
With nothing left that is of worth.

I whispered no lies or tales,
Pretending became a way of life.
Couldn't care less about life's details,
Just wanted to forget the strife.

Sometimes life moves by too fast,
No time to think and reflect.
Or was I the last,
To know what was incorrect?

I understand now how despair could eat,
Bit by bit until it becomes you.
Raising up the white flag and accepting defeat,
Instead of fighting on like which you once knew.

Nothing that anyone says is of use,
To put you back among the stars.
They can listen to your blues,
But only you can decide how to deal with the scars.