brittany-jacksonWhisper

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Mango.Mango. A mango. / Mm, I love the taste. / There's nothing better than when the juice runs down my face.

39.5k

Lone Wolf.God, if you only knew the things these eyes have seen. I feel as if I’m the only one to have felt this heaviness in my soul. It breaks me down. I’m scavenging for survival. For hope, for humanity. I wait patiently in the dark hoping to watch as the light breaks through this darkness I live in. Will the sun rise? Will the moon give in to its brutal blows? Or will I be left again, left wondering where I’m meant to travel to next. I watched my family torn from the places once called sacred. The treasures they held once before meant nothing, their lives were the only treasure they had left. The only treasure I had left. Some tore their way out of that hell. The mental affliction that caused them to drown in their own murderous screams. They moved on with their quest for a purpose, ripping away the flaws and scars left by the pain experienced. Becoming something new, remade. Still beautiful, they didn’t break. They persevered. I watched as others tied the fear and pain to their ankles, always dragging it with them. Others would notice the chains they pulled, but never say a word. Never reach out a hand to search for the key to these aches. Just watching them survive, I watch them survive. I survive. But the worst of all to watch was The Interpreter. The ones who fell for the lies that got them with me in this black hole. The ones who never coped, never wanted a purpose, they wanted revenge. Revenge on the ones who tore their soul apart, piece by piece. The ones who took every bit of sanity they had and laughed as it fell unreachable by any man. I watched as something once so beautiful, miraculous, pure and true turn into something that made me want to cringe. So hungry. Always remembering the starvation they suffered from and using it as a crutch and weapon to fill the hole that cannot be filled by things as such. I try to help but they snarl in defense, forgetting that once I was their friend. Only thinking of the world as an enemy, and everyone in it an enemy as well. I try to stop them, plead for them to stay, just to here a few words. Just to know that they aren’t alone, I’m here in the darkness too.

2.2k

Blackness.Fear. / It haunts me in my most private moments. / To wonder and fight the thoughts of my un-honest parents.

1.6k

Bloodlust.I can't understand my breathing, it's starting fast and ending slow. / I need my demons to leave me, let me return to never being alone. / Cause I'm pushing away the only one, who holds me while I scream inside.

1.5k

Good Morning Babe.Won't put my clothes in the drawers.. Leave em in the suitcase on the floor. / I'm not settling down anywhere, that you ain't here. / Lie awake at night in this hotel, wishing I had you next to me.

1.4k

Wishing.You can see a change in my ways, in my pattern as of late. / I've turned upside down, it was always my detrimental fate. / You caught me off guard, almost lost in your embrace.

1.2k

My heart is mostly scar tissue, you deserve a new shiny one.Just two words is all we'll allow. / Goodnight, goodbye. / These tears are on the prowl.

1.1k

Turn The Other Cheek.To Whom It May Concern, / Silently I cry while she slaps and slurs her words. / You foolish child, you're no woman at all.

Insanity. (unfinished)I came home today, there was nothing left of what our family used to be. / It's been a long time coming, year after year. / It's taken every piece of my sanity.

969

Tin Roof.The rain pours down on this *tin roof*. / I love the sound, and being here with you. / I've never opened up this fast, you're reeling me in now.

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