Poem: Chessboard

Trigger Warning!! Mentions self harm very briefly. Reader discretion is advised.

I feel so lost,

I feel so alone

Maybe I should give up the throne,

No more pain

No more chains,

It's not like I'd be happy either way

This can never change,

It's all so real

But if I cut,

Will the wound heal?

Or will I wither?

Will I fade?

Knock over the king,

And give up on the game I played...

Life is a chessboard,

We're all trying to move forwards

And yet many obstacles block our boards,

Everything seems so black and white

Everything so wrong and right,

And yet I find myself lost

In the middle of a square,

Move ahead?

I wouldn't dare...

Staring the queen right in the eyes,

I brace myself

Here's where one of us dies,

After all it's a game you see

Nothing counts,

And nothing guaranteed

For it's just a game,

And we're all just the same

Even if you're a mighty rook,

Or a lowly pawn

There's no less doubt,

That around about

Sooner or later,

Your presence will become fainter

For only one...

Can wear the crown

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