it shines through no, it doesn’t shine it lurks from the eerie, dark cobweb covered corners of my soul vine like grip, no release, no matter the fight grappling insecurities in constant motion rugged claws, ripping scratching snaring holding captive, release begs of freedom no avail forever forced and bound with no escape and no hope only fear
How many times... How many times do I need to lose friends before one will stay? How many times do I have to cry at night because I'm not pretty enough? Does crying burn calories? How many times do I have to dream only to wake up to the nightmare of reality? How many times do I have to be stuck in this loop of time? Cry, sleep, dream and cry again but my worries never go away. They lurk around corners and hide in the cracks of the walls Haunted by my own trust issues.