You are sad
You lay there still, staring at the ceiling.
Your tears have run out, your wrist have no feeling.
Sorrow is the only thing that is has stayed with you.
Your soul is gone
your hope has abandoned you too.
You are lost
without any sense of direction.
So you look within yourself
to find your own sense of exception.
You find nothing.
You feel nothing.
You feel like nothing.
You want to feel something so you pray,
not to god, but to yourself.
You pray for the courage to drag it across your skin
again and again,
repeating this cycle until you feel something within.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
You are sad
You lay there still, staring at the ceiling.
Your tears have run out, your wrist have no feeling.
Sorrow is the only thing that is has stayed with you.
Your soul is gone
your hope has abandoned you too.
You are lost
without any sense of direction.
So you look within yourself
to find your own sense of exception.
You find nothing.
You feel nothing.
You feel like nothing.
You want to feel something so you pray,
not to god, but to yourself.
You pray for the courage to drag it across your skin
again and again,
repeating this cycle until you feel something within.
