She raises her heavy head from her arms, crossed on the table. Trembling so violently, her tears shudder as they slide down her cheeks. Her hands are small and ******, her feet numb, and cold as ice, though still somehow managing to shake too.
"Like living and dying simultaneously. It's agony," she replies.
i'm just the same as all of you yet i can't see from your point of view been awhile since i felt the ground been awhile since i heard a sound a grumbling, a noise, somebody's voice something to pull me out of the void awake and asleep, awake and asleep sometimes it's shallow, sometimes it's deep waking up's the worst part the same as a restart heaven or hell, heaven or hell just ask my brain cells need another hit, i'm addicted i need to feel lifted to really feel like i'm living like a human being
or at least halfway there it's the truth laid bare whatever, i don't care i was always taught to share but some things i should keep to myself wrote this out to read to myself love letters to myself cause i got nobody else there's no one left, no more steps guess no one's right, you're all out of your depth i can't get you so why would you try it's only right i'm hung out to dry i'm just venting, i'm just lamenting so my thoughts might be offending but let it be known these words i'm sending can always be worse, you heard it from me first maybe this will help me find some purpose stop feeling useless and be a little selfish hopefully i can stop acting so helpless
Sir Jerome Mrs Michael Miss Lucy Mister Wendy Ma'am Kate
I hear all these names at once I hear all these things at once I can hear everything
A glass just shattered It was loud for them It was louder for me
Don't be rude!
"I need to get some more raspberries tomorrow-" "Remember Harry's anniversary is next week-"
All these words combined Making me lose my mind
"I need to get- Harry's anniversary is next week-" " remember- some more raspberries tomorrow-"
I'm shaking I'm being stared at I can't see But I know they're staring Don't take pity I'm used to it
There's a woman touching me She's touching my shoulder She's speaking in a 'can I help you ma'am?' voice But I can't hear what she's saying It's under-
"Get a chair!"
I see her again She's rubbing my back I think I'm screaming I can hear screaming I don't know if it's me It doesn't sound like me But it also sounds like me
"What's up with her?" "Don't be rude!"
The room blurs. It fades. Everything fades. Then I'm outside. The woman is still there. She's still speaking in that stupid voice. I wanna tell her that I'm not a toddler. But I do appreciate what she did. So I decide not to be rude