Jan 2017
I am quiet, with deafening thoughts in my head;
Slowly succumbing to insanity.
I am hurt, with all the slashes of lies that I thought were reassuring words. I had foolishly stood in front of it, with open arms.
I am angry, with people who fed me with false hopes when I was so vulnerable.
I am cynical, with the previous events that all led to disappointments. Landing on top of each other like stacks of paper.
I am lonely, with all the time I've spent alone. My visitors are much too busy.
I am sad, with happy news that breathes around me but would never approach me.
I am unworthy, with all my flaws to stay on people's minds. I am merely a speck of dust.
I am tired, with sorrow perched on my shoulder, bringing me down with its weight.
I am empty, with guilt consuming me whole, chipping away my everything.
I am hopeless*, *with everything dashing through, I never shook myself from all the negativity that dragged me, to pull myself up to join the world.
I was too busy wallowing in self pity.
-m.b
Slowly succumbing to insanity.
I am hurt, with all the slashes of lies that I thought were reassuring words. I had foolishly stood in front of it, with open arms.
I am angry, with people who fed me with false hopes when I was so vulnerable.
I am cynical, with the previous events that all led to disappointments. Landing on top of each other like stacks of paper.
I am lonely, with all the time I've spent alone. My visitors are much too busy.
I am sad, with happy news that breathes around me but would never approach me.
I am unworthy, with all my flaws to stay on people's minds. I am merely a speck of dust.
I am tired, with sorrow perched on my shoulder, bringing me down with its weight.
I am empty, with guilt consuming me whole, chipping away my everything.
I am hopeless*, *with everything dashing through, I never shook myself from all the negativity that dragged me, to pull myself up to join the world.
I was too busy wallowing in self pity.
-m.b
