Feb 2016
our eyes shut so no light breaks through,
our fists clenched with sharp crescents digging in soft flesh,
our tears escaping the mere barrier of our eyelids,
our voice locked in deep inside us trying to escape
*why is it so hard to accept the truth?
our fists clenched with sharp crescents digging in soft flesh,
our tears escaping the mere barrier of our eyelids,
our voice locked in deep inside us trying to escape
*why is it so hard to accept the truth?
The truth has to be accepted at some point, eventually. Until then, all we can do is embody all of that frustration and deny, deny, deny.
