Missing something so much I want it back;
Selfishness took over in the nicest way, but in the cruelest way.
The grip my hands slipped away years ago,
and I learned to grip onto dangerous things to make me survive through the darkness
The darkness of my fears, nightmares, and anxiety
Missing to be sane so much I need it back;
Selfishness took over in a way that I became cruel
I slipped away from the dangerous things,
but then I didn’t survive through the light
Something wasn’t missed;
Someone was missed
Hidden somewhere deep inside my body, till this day I can’t get her out
My voice was heard, but not listened to
I screamed at the mirror; only to be shattered
I never made friends with the one person that was supposed to be important
I only used my body as a canvas,
painting only with red paint from a liquid that was waiting to be released from under my skin
I created all the cuts, and all the scars
I bandaged if all up with distractions to make me believe I was ok
But after I created a puddle full of tears,
I drowned in my own mistakes