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2.8k · Oct 2012
Small Town Syndrome.
Rachel Foxton Oct 2012
It wraps around my heart.
Like vines.
Like rope.
Like grasping fingers.

I can't do this anymore.
Suffocating.
Choking.
Dying.

I need the relief.
A breath.
A sigh.
A smile.

I need to escape.
I live in a small town in Cornwall and I've always felt suffocated here.
2.8k · Oct 2012
Candle.
Rachel Foxton Oct 2012
I'm coated in wax
Your flame laced words too close.

You melt my outer shell
Revealing the cracks in my intricate mask.

Panic seeps through
The promise of exposure bittersweet.

I embrace
Change my colour and form to simplify.

But you stop
No longer curious for the truths hidden inside.

Brushed aside
Just a pretence of care you need for my sympathy vote.

Once again
Half exposed, only to the harshness of reality.

The fires out
I owe you nothing.
1.8k · Oct 2012
Snow White, Rose Red.
Rachel Foxton Oct 2012
Your face is ashen.
Struck dumb by your existance.
Choking back on tears.
No life lingers.

Drops blossom like a rose.
Pooling down around you.
Mixing clear salt and deep red iron.
Tearing out all hope.

I said I'd do anything for you.
I'd take your pain for myself,
Just for you to smile.
Because seeing you like this kills me.

But you are more stronger,
More than I'll ever be.
To face the new day.
When your life is crumbling.

I said I'd take your pain.
But I couldn't do it.
I'd hate to sound selfish.
But I'd never survive.
840 · Oct 2012
Insomnia.
Rachel Foxton Oct 2012
Eyes open wide
Staring at the ceiling light
Weary and restless
But no sleep tonight.

And it goes
on
and
on
and
on.

Days
into
nights
into
days
into
nights.

­Its a battle I can't fight
The night has already won.
809 · Oct 2012
Doorstep.
Rachel Foxton Oct 2012
The cold pierces my skin
Taking knives to my bones
Digging deeper and deeper
Until I can't feel anymore.

But I can't go home.

The rain soaks through my clothes
Leaving patches of eternal cold
Extinguishing the final wisps
Of the fire in my heart.

But I can't go home.

Maybe it would be easier
To take put a gun to my head
To line my throat with cyanide
To quell this neverending torture.

Because I can't go home.

But I have no choice
Than to preserve part of myself
To regulate my body heat
To live a little more.

I don't want to die alone.
709 · Oct 2012
Shiver.
Rachel Foxton Oct 2012
A shiver rushes down my spine
A glimpse of the world for the last time
The roar of the waves down below
This time I know, I have to go.

What should I do?
My world has crashed down
I wont leave this place
I'm going to drown.

I watch my tears hit the water below
The clouded moon a hopeless glow
Memories swarm inside my head
Each one fills me with unfathomable dread.

I can't stay on my feet.

I must admit defeat.

Nothing's changed.

I'm just a part of your painful games.

I'm lost and I'm haunted
But still I stay true
With my promised sacrifice
I'm dying for you.
Adapted from some song lyrics I wrote about 4 years ago.

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