breathless
it grips you with a cold blade
tight around your throat
no screams escape;
no pleas get out-
nothingness; no sound.
. . . the whispers threaten;
your pulse quickens
"I'm a failure,"
"I'll never make it."
stops. turns to:
"no one wanted you anyway,
so why are you still fighting me?"
fragmented as it may be,
you turn away; ashamed.
frightened. in pain.
but suddenly-
a voice, growing stronger through the years rages on.
"Because I deserve to not feel like this."
"Because I deserve to feel wanted."
"Because I deserve to believe the truth."
"Because I deserve to not be in pain anymore."
"Because I deserve to be happy."
Because you deserve to be happy.
I promise you deserve to be happy.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
breathless
it grips you with a cold blade
tight around your throat
no screams escape;
no pleas get out-
nothingness; no sound.
. . . the whispers threaten;
your pulse quickens
"I'm a failure,"
"I'll never make it."
stops. turns to:
"no one wanted you anyway,
so why are you still fighting me?"
fragmented as it may be,
you turn away; ashamed.
frightened. in pain.
but suddenly-
a voice, growing stronger through the years rages on.
"Because I deserve to not feel like this."
"Because I deserve to feel wanted."
"Because I deserve to believe the truth."
"Because I deserve to not be in pain anymore."
"Because I deserve to be happy."
Because you deserve to be happy.
I promise you deserve to be happy.
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