Scared.
Shaking.
Can barely breathe.
Tears well up, attempting to break the surface.
Insides getting torn up by mistakes; mine and others.
Regret forms, pouring pain down my throat.
Chest aching, torment cements in an empty stomach.
Needing comfort, but my only resource is dry, dusty, gone.
Stolen.
Ran off.
Want bleeds me cold.
Need ***** me empty.
Pain steals all other feeling.
Tears are needed to cleanse my soul, but I can't find them.
They won't come screaming down my cheeks like I so desperately want.
I just want to wash away all this, wish away all this.
I'm all huddled up,
begging for solace.
begging for some sort of recognition from the universe.
But it won't come.
Not yet.