I'll slowly destroy and vanish into thin air. No body will know I existed, exactly what I want.
It's those times when I don't cry. When every step I take forward, I purposely take a step back, only because i'm too scared to change. I don't want to be noticed.
I have no plan to be here or there. I have no reason to breathe. My mind corrupts my dreams, and my dreams corrupts my mind.
The feeling of being dragged down a vent of dirty, filthy, muddy water. The feeling of panic in your lungs. The feeling of drowning and looking up to see only that everyone around you is breathing.
The feeling of loneliness,
something indescribable,
Somewhat like an outsider,
putting yourself through indefinite remorse,
for doing something you feel committed to,
When you feel like everyone dodges you like a bullet
doesn't want you there.
hates you...
doesn't feel the pain you you feel,
and you still may wonder,
you still at least have a family that some lack
a brother a mother
something valuable
Don't you dare ever tell me that.
because at Wednesday 3:47 a.m.
i am the one crying into my tear stained pillow
begging for a change,
hoping for a miracle,
only to realize not even god listens to me,
whom I've lost all hope in
the person I used to cry to into the stars
he never helped me or,
saved me from the everlasting pain the pain i'm forced to fight through
I'm sick and tired of being a problem for my mother,
the person who fights in the morning and indulges herself in alcohol in the night
in hope to accept the pain in physically,
I don't want to be the reason why Thomas's birthday was canceled
because I didn't want to leave my room,
it hurt worst when I heard his teeny voice from outside my door
pleading me to come out, making me cry harder
All those times I just wanted to hold him tight into my arms
tell him to never leave me from the darkness i'm afraid to step out of,
but... I don't want him to have to go through the same pain as me
the horrid feeling of being consistently stabbed into the heart but not dyeing
just being forced to burn along continually...
YOU ARE READING
Story behind the cuts
Roman pour AdolescentsOnce all the people left and the lights were off, I cried or in other words we cried. My bad luck and I. We cried till morning when my eyes and her became weak and we disappeared. We disappeared into deep, deep rest. The type of rest that is scorchi...
