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i cannot help but look in
the mirror and see that i
am falling apart.
i'm dying, aren't i?
my face is a bit sunken
in and my lips are
glossed over with dried
blood.
the bags underneath my
eyes are dark with hints
of purple and blue.
my skin is pale, it's dried
out and hasn't seen the
light of day in a week.
i miss the warmth, but i
fear that my sadness is
preventing me from
living.
my eyes look darker,
they aren't playful and
light anymore, they are a
dull shade of jade and
they are inexplicably
tired.
why can i not breathe?
my body is moving, my
blood is running through
me, yet i might as well
already be dead.
-ans

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