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Graye Aug 20
I talked to god
And he told me to be vulnerable
I asked why as I'm already full of cuts and bloodied. 
You can see I'm battle worn. 

He said show them your vulnerability
So I did 
And I got cut up some more. 

I'm left wondering why.

I don't understand it
I don't know why
But the pain is so deep
I wish I could die

Been praying to the saints
Demanding why
They don't take me away
So I can fly.
 
Maybe then I can get some peace
Maybe then I'll be free
Maybe then I can get some sleep
Without the pain reminding me

But the saints never ******* answer me.
I went to Space in a space shuttle,
I saw stars on my way
But little did I know,
it would drop me off in a forest.
It was beautiful and green,
It was alive and full of smiles,
The trees were huge but friendly,
Birds singing, animals all around me,
Unknown creatures were peeking behind the huge trees as if they were shy to greet me, fairies blowing me kisses. I must’ve felt those kisses because I could feel and see spots of my skin moving.
But when I woke up, I wanted it to be over.
I hated the after results,
I was tired and hungry,
I couldn’t breathe, my heart was pounding.
I was busy slapping bugs off of me.
I wanted to pull my hair out,
I wanted to bang my head against the wall,
Rocking back and forth in full panic mode.
I was scared and felt alone,
I needed someone sober to hold my hand or just hold me but I had no one.
I cried all night long for someone.

— The End —