i'm stuck in this body of mine. stuck in an everlasting conflict within me that keeps me from moving on. one side tells me to eat while the other commands me to starve. one side tells me to learn while the other rejects all knowledge. it feels like every step i take forwards fires back with two steps back, making me fall behind over and over again. one side tells me to speak up while the other demands me to keep my mouth shut. one side tells me to jump while the other is holding on for dear life. i can feel myself drifting somewhere in between, slowly getting ripped apart more and more. not brave enough to end my misery yet dumb enough to risk it. blood is dripping everywhere and while i want to keep going something tells me to stop. i want to see the blue sky but there are too many clouds, will i be here long enough to ever see it again? but do I really wanna see it, when the stormy clouds are shaped so beautiful that they tell a story of their own. when you're born in a burning house it feels like the whole world is on fire, but it isn't, but i'm afraid if flee that i'll miss the warmth. run away i scream, but my call for help only meets deaf ears.
YOU ARE READING
from my point of view
Poetryoffered her the world. she said she had her own. (you may consider this poetry, atleast I do.)
