My Mind.

07/18/13

I shouldn't like it.

I should run from it.

But instead I seek it out.

I'm searching to be alone.

I sit in the dark.

I feel everything, but absolutely nothing.

My skin fears contact but longs for it.

I suck in air.

My lungs are collapsing.

I squeeze my eyes shut trying to remember what it's like to be whole.

So I sit in the dark trying to comfort my broken and shredded soul.

*I want to go home. I'm fucking tired of people.*