Detatchment and wishing illusions I morph into different people to distance from myself When I truly return inside the rage is blinding The loathing is unimaginable Twisted vines with thorns wrap themselves around my lungs, suffocating me and digging into me ever so deeply The demons tug at my legs, their strength gradually increasing enough to bring me to the floor I long to scratch myself up as they wish, as I deserve, until they allow me to jump out of my own skin I long for my soul to be heard My true self isn't enough, it's infuriating They have taught me that time and time again What a pity it is, you silly little girl Do you really think this torture will stop When it's all You are built for
Where are you, my childhood? You were a fool that I loved Kites remind me when they fly above. You’re gone but not dead, Gone but not forgotten. Your memory still breathes When your winds blow my heart in.
The human life is so very strange We are all filled with such different things Different desires, different perceptions Different scenes and experiences Different pains and different demons It's baffling, isn't it? How we all live in the same world with one another, yet completely different worlds in our psyche How our fates are tied with certain people temporarily, or perhaps forever although it's rare We all have memories we will carry to the grave, memories that will carry on even after death And those who are born after us may find our gravestones one day And not think a thing of it.
Music enters through my ears and floods my body. It's too much to bear, It's honest and raw. The emotions ******* my soul, leaving it cut and exposed. Do I lay on the ground and let the current wash over me, Leaving me cold, but fresh Vulnerable but new? Or do I close my eyes and refuse?