The pain seeps deep into my bones The sharp nails scratch at my mind Taunting me Torturing me I don’t even understand what I can’t escape My soul screams Who have I become? Why am I here? Am I truly real? Or is this all just an illusion I will never be able to awaken from I shake and try to piece things together But everytime my mind sinks in too deep, my lungs begin to suffocate And my hands start to sweat How I hate being left to myself, it seems I can never be alone to think I’m exhausted Make. It. Stop.
I’m not sure if this even makes sense to anyone, but right now this makes perfect sense to me.
You looked at me I saw your stare The cold uninviting stressing stare. The one that kept me up at night, shaking from fright.
You said you weren't sorry for what you said last night. And that you meant it all. Oh my. What spite.
A shimmer in my eyes. That's all it took to change my life forever.
No longer was I your *****. I didn't follow you around with my mouth open drooling. No more.
I wouldn't... I couldn't...
That's what we all say, until we do. And that's when the scary begins all over again. When you fall in to the same trap, Over and over again. Once the cycle has begun, there is no leaving from one's stum. For your stum is your home. And your home is your cycle.
I wanted to write something sad, but nothing death related. So, this happened! It is one of my greatest fears and something I do sometimes. Recently, my friend and I stopped being friends when he began to bully me. I am afraid to fall in to the trap that is our friendship again, as I have with him before.
I hold my love for you like the frail egg of a blue jay, and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on. There is a thumping beat within threatening to break free from thin shell. I gently cup this in my palm and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart, a thought to soothe my worries and feed a
It's a constant battle. I'm finding shells on my floor, and a flood of defeat. They got me again. They tore up my flag; and flattened my heart that scoped out nonsense. I'm getting into fist fights with the mirror. This world doesn't matter to me. My bleeding nose and horrid mind are too naive for you to think that I am free; breaching a shadow too small to cover me. Mediums hover me, and you call to connect with me. Against my brain; and induced will. Against reality to assist a thrill-
I'm cold. I can't seem to stop shaking. My hands are shaking and my legs are trembling for each step I'm taking. Maybe I'm weak from not eating well. But, you see, I haven't had any appetite since I left. The loneliness is keeping me company and like a dead cold corpse she embraces me. I don't know what to do and I can't for my life stay warm for even a few minutes; But somehow, the cold creates a sense of security and I want her to stay.