brianmy
Hey, I'd like this profile to be a place where I can work out the nasty, scary voices deep down in all of us, get them out and on paper. I'm going through a shitty time at the moment and this helps keep me sane. Comments/suggestions would be much appreciated. Apologies in advance if it's too dark. Thanks!
I sit in the dungeon in the church by my house. My parents, they put me here, I said, to no one in particular. I am happy here, giddy in fact, yet I know my mind is gone. Gone, gone, like the bits of eyelashes I’ve been pulling out and stacking on my calves, making miniature figurines and people going about their day-to-day lives, except I’m always the hero and they always glorify me and tussle my hair and say “congrAAAdulations my boy, we’re so proud of you!” and I’m so happy I could just ********** and I get **** all over my eyelashes and scream because look what I’ve just done and I jump up to rub my leg up against the wall of to wipe it off and then realize I’m in a dungeon and that my mind is gone, gone, and I sit down to cry. Except there is no one to cry to when you’re in a dungeon. So I just sit. And wait. And hope to ******* God the tears can come out soon, but no, no, not here, not here, so I scrape off the *** from the wall and go back to work.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC