My gut drops as the tears that slip away from my eyes make it onto to my shirt.
'You've fucked up' is what I hear.
Chanting all around me:
'You failed.'
'You're weak.'
'You don't deserve to live.'
And can you blame me for believing them? I fell for the same trickery, trusted the same sorcery, and I am left with the consequences of my own mess.
I did this. I created those dark clouds that now engulf me.
I created those skull-splitting zaps that hide behind those beautiful yet twisted thoughts.
And as I remember the mere idea of my red paper airplane, I laugh with such an intensity. Each and every last drop of sanity now gone, vanishing, having been washed away by my previous amount of tears.
Oh god how amazing life felt; knowing that I had no escape, hiding behind a glass wall just hoping to not have my feelings raped.
How fucking insane I was.
How fucking insane I am.
And I am left sitting at the doorstep of my broken down home, watching that thunderstorm, hoping that that small, red paper airplane didn't in fact leave me just the way I had once been left.
Alone.
- d.g 6/1/17
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Paper Airplane
ŞiirIn a world where your only escape is through a small and red paper airplane, lie demons and lies and the closest you get to music are tortured cries. Alone, you must battle against the strongest of monsters and most petrifying of fears, all the whil...
