Tied

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on the outside i am calm
on the inside everything is wrong
my exterior is soft and delicate
my interior is rough and intricate
my heaven is my hell
my hell is killing myself
in reality i'm shy
in my head i can fly
the night is where my mind explodes
while the day is where my heart implodes
i say yes to the voices
i say no to good choices

i am tied between two strings
pulling me back and forth, repeatedly

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