September 9, 2021
It lives in me.
It's awake once again.
Eating what's left. I can't even feel my feet anymore. I no longer feel motivated to do anything at all. I just want to disappear.
Can someone grant me a painless death?
I have no marks in my body.
Not on my wrist.
Not on my thighs
Not on my arms.
I'm f la w l e s s....
That's how I should look for someone who's expected to be big.
Little did they know, I don't have marks.
Marks are the residue of misery and pain.
I don't have them because even today, this pain continuous to bleed inside me.
I sometime lose it and cry my self out because I don't even know what truly hurts.
But, somehow. I'm proud of myself.
For holding my whimpers,
for the hushed sobs,
and for the silent catching of breath.
I look at the knob, staring intently making sure it's locked.
.....silently wishing they hear the gasp, feel the atmosphere coming from my door, and probably to find me and see what they've done to me.
YOU ARE READING
Look At Me
RandomI had to let it out, because it's burning my from the inside. I can't just sleep and do nothing about it. I'm helpless, and this is my refuge.
