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THE FEAR OF BECOMING

WHAT YOU USED TO BE


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niall has little to say,

as he holds me.

and there isn't anything to say.

the way his lips curve downward

into a frown, i simply know that he knows.

HOW CAN THEY KNOW ME

I AM A CLOSED DOOR.

I AM A STICK OF DYNAMITE BURNING AT BOTH ENDS.

ALL I WAIT FOR IS FOR THE SKY TO FALL

ON TOP OF

MY BACK

WHERE THE REST OF THE UNIVERSE RESTS.

this vulnerability that i have found myself

dealing with is making me feel again,

making me feel things that i shouldn't.

i shouldn't be allowed to love,

i do not deserve it.

haley.

haley.

haley.

her voice reverberates through my skull

and the entire world seems to shake.

ah ah ah,

you thought you could escape me?

no, little girl,

put on your skirt

and take your pills!

no food for this little missy today,

have to get your figure to what it needs to be!!

and suddenly i am screaming.

s c r e a m i n g.

the mirrors that surrounded

my self image

shattered.

i am no longer looking at myself.

all of the walls

breaking down.

vision is black,

voice is starting to raw out.

when

will

i

stop

screaming?

my body is numb,

my fingertips,

though,

feel

like

they

are

on

fire.

the light seems closer than ever,

but how will i ever reach it.

shatter me

shatter my self doubt

shatter my longing to be with someone.

put the shards of glass through my heart so

i can get the heartbreak over with.

let me die.

oh mother,

pay me attention,

but just let me die.

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