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Nicole Dec 2020
The quiet numbness that takes over your life

Everyday becomes to feel like a slow record on repeat

Your bed becomes the only escape of it all

Days past where you can't feel anything and feel numb

You explore options to the ¨escape¨ of life

Only feel the guilt mound taking over that

The thought of people not caring if you live another day

Slowly adopts the reason of the ¨escape¨

You feel worthless and can't take the numbness anymore

The ¨escape¨ begins to be the only thing you think about

Slowly taking over your life bit by bit

The question of the ¨escape¨ working haunts your mind

The depression and numbness you indorse crushes your soul

You embrace the ¨escape¨

Uncaring or unknowing of the outcome of the escape from reality.
Nicole Nov 2020
Privilege to some is a tiny white lie hid in an empty closet

Others accredit and acknowledge the privilege given to them

Its incomprehensible how color now receipts given privilege

Its unknown and biased who the specific one who gives such

power to whom.
Nicole Nov 2020
Blush, eyeshadow, and mascara, the empty glare from the dusty mirror distorted the reality from the situation. Self confidence levels being at an all time low, Separates any sane or rational thoughts that arose. The round dusty mirror accentuated my round, big face. A loud sigh of unsureness escaped my lips. For once my face accentuated beauty and enchantress. For once my sorrow destroyed the beauty and the vision of youth. For no fountain of youth couldn't affix. For which desire couldn't be apprehended. For beauty is a dark silhouette in a never ending hole. When you think you're near you retract by force and throw backwards. You repudiate in shock of the dark cloudy truth. For beauty was a simulated fantasy lead on by hope, For beauty stands as an undivided presupposition.

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