I want to be free. Free from the constant rejection and free from the shattering feelings of uselessness. I want to be needed, rather than a played piece, a loitering shadow, an extra. I want to feel. Anything but the constant downwardly tiredness in my body, and anything but the saddening ache in my chest. I want to be loved and rid myself of the unnerving loneliness that pit-patters itself against my skin, like fresh raindrops against corrugated iron. I want someone to embrace me the way my parents never did, and embrace my faults and mistakes. I want to be accepted and feel my anxiety seep away into the ground, replaced by a newfound calmness, rather than numbness. Maybe it's never going to happen because I'm asking for the impossible. I'm asking for too much, even though I desire the basics. I desire to be normal, something I haven't felt in the longest while.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoezieUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
