Its funny to think, that my skin doesn't feel like my own. And though my wrists have stopped bleeding, I am empty. I am a drowning soul in a dark abyss of a word that will forever haunt me. So teach me how to have faith in this world. Because I feel so lost, and though my maps may lead to the wrong places and I will never be a flower, not a pedal nor the stem, I will be taught to find a worth in this world. To find a gray area of how i can finally feel okay, to actually live in such a black and white place.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Its funny to think, that my skin doesn't feel like my own. And though my wrists have stopped bleeding, I am empty. I am a drowning soul in a dark abyss of a word that will forever haunt me. So teach me how to have faith in this world. Because I feel so lost, and though my maps may lead to the wrong places and I will never be a flower, not a pedal nor the stem, I will be taught to find a worth in this world. To find a gray area of how i can finally feel okay, to actually live in such a black and white place.
