[...] and the greater the wound the greater the fang. And, when we experience trauma that is given to us by so many people, we find that we have become every one of them at once. In my body I hold every trauma. In my eye is all of theirs. In the eyes of God, I am an abomination.
Thirty days and thirty nights i spent in agony panicking suffocating this pain isn't unfamiliar with its sharpness and nauseating consistency i pray in fear to my higher self to be stronger this time but my hands are shaking and i receive no answers No one else gives you courage gives you strength like you can do No one else can give you change to make it easier for you Only you Only me
I am crying Crying out in pain This suffering I feel There is no cure I am not heard I am screaming Begging for help Yet I am alone Writhing My bones are sore My mind is at its tether What can I do?
Maybe I am dying We all are A little bit everyday But this pain I am dying a little more What will it be? What will cause my end? My body or my mind Decaying Both are weak I cannot remember Ever being strong.
like the blood that seeps through the holes n gaps in my skin i patch it up with paper and tape but what lays underneath calls every blade to my skin i try again to keep it away but it causes a hunger that's impossible to satisfy in any other way