I fear that one day, I will run out of words. I fear that there will come a time when every word I speak, write or think falls flat and bland. That the meaning will be stripped, and all intentions will be rendered dull after years of use. My writings and work will be repetitive, a pointless task… a fading chant. The cycle continues, with no way of slowing. I drag my feet, digging them into the earth, but still it moves. My heels are so ******, and my blisters are festering. My fear is already growing so large, that even before half of my life has gone, my words have already begun to run out. How am I fading so quickly? How long until I vanish completely? Will any part of me remain? With everything I have barely done. I’m beg, beg, begging you. Please. I need my words to linger, just a little longer.
Walls seemed to continuously cave in I kept on hearing sounds nobody can Then darkness came, fear started crawling under my skin I badly want to scream for help yet I just can't
Anyone who listened to my story They'll either listen or ignore me Or even both probably No one just takes me seriously
It's been giving me nightmares Unbelievable fear of time is what I got Knowing -ber months is coming may be other's time for celebrating But it's months of nightmares and inevitable fear to me
Can't breathe Can't laugh Can't see the light Please stop
I beg for someone to help me Only one remained and believed me Others left out of disgust or fear One includes my parents, it saddens me
I need some ears to listen to me Some open mind to believe what's happening to me A person who knows what's it like to feel the fear I've been living Someone I can truly talk to and give me understanding
But even so I already found that person by now It still haunts me whenever I close my eyes It's hard to live with it you know Every now and then they'll pop into my thoughts and take away my happiness
It draws my tears out of my eyes It gives me shivers down my spine The fear I kept on feeling whenever I am confined Not only in darkness but in my very mind
The riddle was not yet answered This mystery is yet to be solved And here I was waiting for its end Hoping it would leave me alone and live my life again
But just how **** unlucky am I No one seems to understand how I'm feeling My parents would always avoid the topic if I ever start bringing it I felt so betrayed and confined
I can't believe I see my own home as my prison Yes we're all together yet I always feel alone School was also not an exemption Everything just felt so near but still so far like a different dimension
Laying on my bed This very afternoon Rain drops pouring down Moments after 12 noon
Still so bright outside Yet my room seemed so dark Loneliness looming over Happiness crushed like pieces of broken glass on the floor
Too quiet Too dark Too scared Too silent
Please save me My heart is begging Please hear me My mind is screaming..