your back aches because you carry the world on your shoulders
your face rubbed black with the make up you forgot was there
your nails chipped as you grasped your horrors in your bare hands
your throat tight with the words held back for fear of rejection
your heart rate fluctuating as you struggle to remain constant
your ears echoing with the words of past demons trying to resurface
your eyes dim, but not dark, for the world has not broken you yet
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
your back aches because you carry the world on your shoulders
your face rubbed black with the make up you forgot was there
your nails chipped as you grasped your horrors in your bare hands
your throat tight with the words held back for fear of rejection
your heart rate fluctuating as you struggle to remain constant
your ears echoing with the words of past demons trying to resurface
your eyes dim, but not dark, for the world has not broken you yet
