Shambles

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How do you explain to a tyrant they're hurting you, when they can't see past themselves? How does one negate their feelings when they're stitched into webs of lies by their sheer blindness? I can't see anything through these webs anymore, the tyrant is gouging my eyes, and I can only stare blankly. Take it. Deal with it. My mouth is sewn with their needle of guilt. My eyes dampen with agony and rue, and I run to where I can feel where they can't hurt me, deep inside my mind. The screams are so loud in my head. Please make it stop. Please stop hurting me. I thought a mother was supposed to care for their children. Why doesn't she? WHY DOESN'T SHE CARE? WHY CAN'T SHE SEE WHAT SHE'S FUCKING DOING? I wear my mask of a thousand hidden truths lying beneath. She flaps her jaw, her words meaningless, but each one stabbing deeper. I smile as my mind scrambles and scatters every direction, the noise is so loud. My chest is starting to tighten. Just stay calm. We are fine. My eyes are blurring, reality shattering once again. The lead is filling my veins, I'm growing tired.

Please, if there is any higher being, please let this end.
I'm dying again.

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