there is a deep feeling in my stomach
it lies in the pit like a rock at the sand of a river
it rocks and bobs as i say things that i dont mean
the words flow off my lip and flick off my tongue like a bullet out of a guns barrel
i fell to the ground
knees against the pavement
stones entering the skin of my calloused hands
i remember the words coming up my throat and falling flat to the ground like vomit
i sat on the pavement
back resting against the wall of words ive tossed into the equation
the outer rims of my sight line were a faded pixelated black
i felt the blue in my eyes drain out like ink running on wet paper
i tried to stand up
only to fall back onto my hands and knees
powerless
weak
once again in my life
i looked up to the eyes that stared back at me
arrays of blue
green
brown
hazel
all the colors so vibrant
it almost hurt to look in them
how i desired to become bright eyed again
the color was drained from me
from my heart and skin
i was a walking wall of fake words and half hearted laughs
i stood up on my wobbly legs
knees trembling
little specks of blood appearing on my palms
i stepped forwards
outstreching a hand to anyone that would take it
anyone
anyone?
