Pain shoots through every part of my body and I lie there in agony, knowing I did this to myself.
My inner child cowards away into the corner, knees pulled to their chest, their arms wrapped around them as they scream at me, "stop, you're destroying it!".
I say nothing, and I continue with my actions. What does it matter? My brain is already broken, why not make my body match too?
I can try to make my pain and suffering into something beautiful that you'll want to read, but no amount of words will make it feel beautiful.
-Owl.
YOU ARE READING
Dive into my mind, don't drown.
PoésieIf you're brave enough or maybe even stupid, to dive into the water, but you'll have to save yourself.
