rip these skins glued upon my pale, paled w r i s t s lined with trains of dried-up closed self- inflicted w o u n d s and smother me in air of pretty p h r a s e s that depict life and t r a g e d y
If I choose to be awake during the early hours of dawn it is only so I can stand before the morning sun feel the warmth and light run through my veins awaking me internally and to remind me how wonderful it is to be alive
This does not hurt as much as I had thought it would. Although you ran a bulldozer over my midsection, I am somehow still breathing, somehow still getting up and moving, because what else can I do except go on?
I can be surround by people, And still feel completely alone. It's this ache right in the center Of my chest, and it's a constant Reminded that I will never Be enough for someone to love.
Today, I place my head in my hands. I feel the weight of crushing black held back by delicate dams, the flicking of thoughts against my palms, the ebb and flow of heat on my wrists.