To Heal or To Harm?!

Pull the trigger,

Trauma whispers,

A voice that shatters

And echoes loud in the hollow of my mind.

Bang—he hammers hard,

Relentless in his reign,

A tyrant born of pain.

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But wait—why? I ask

“It’s justice,” he replies,

The weight of sorrow pulls me low.

His voice murmurs in my fractured soul.

Revenge, he says,

Is sweeter than forgiveness.

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The angels scream within,

A symphony of contradiction.

Heal, they plead,

Let pain become a bridge, not a blade.

But their chorus shifts—

“Kill,” they cry,

Let your agony lash out,

Turn grief into fire,

Burn the world for what it took.

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I stand at a crossroads,

A fool, or so it seems,

In a world so harsh, so cruel.

Is healing a weakness?

Is fury my only strength?

I ask the sky,

But the stars remain silent.

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To heal, to harm,

To rise, to fall—

What am I but the battle within?

My trauma fights for dominance,

Yet somewhere deep, a whisper calls:

“You are more than your scars.”

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So I stand, trembling,

The trigger cold beneath my hand.

Not yet.

Not today.

I’ll rewrite this story,

Carve a path not of vengeance,

But of redemption,

Where the weight of pain

Becomes the wings of flight.

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For the angels in my head scream still,

But now the cries align.

“To heal. To rise.”

“To love again in time.”