I never thought that
I could isolate myself
to the point where
it's hurts to even look at
my reflection.I never thought that I
could be cruel enough
to push my loved ones
so far away, that I can't
recall what they once sounded
like.I never thought that I
could ignore my own
warnings to the point
where my life is hanging
by a single thread.I never thought that I
would regret the decision
of chasing away my feelings,
and locking myself away,
just so I would never hurt.I never thought that I would
need the consolation of others
to calm me from the rage and
fear that I constantly bring to
myself.I never thought that I would
find the silence more painful
than the raging storm.I never thought that...
I could be the one at fault...
YOU ARE READING
XIII
PoetryXIII (read as Thirteen). "There's nothing better than a glass of lies and an appetiser of intriguing words."