Adventures

V O I C E

There's a little voice in my head that sounds just like me.

This little voice tells me terrible things.

It tells me that the world would keep rotating without me on it's surface.

It tells me I have nothing that is worth saying. It tells me my lips are too imperfect, too chapped and dirty and kissed by the wrong boy to say anything worth hearing by another human.

I can't help but listen to it, sometimes; and when it tells me I've lost my voice, the words tend to stop bleeding from my fingers, and the page remains only white instead of black and white and red.

My fingers grow paralyzed. I have nightmares of the bones cracking and the skin tearing and the callouses from too many finger pricks breaking open like the earth at it's end of days.

My chest grows heavy. There are so many words building and I want to scream- I come up with lines, only lines, that are as depressing as:

The lasts words I ever said was I wanted to live.

and

How do you convey a scream that has been trapped inside for so long?

I cant i cant i cant says the voice. It's like the super villains famous catchphrase before they explode the hero to bits and pieces.

I'm losing it a little bit. Why do the words always come at the wrong time and for the wrong reasons?

The voice only laughs.

The End.

...

This is what happens when you're a perfectionist and a writer.

Having trouble with The Girl Who Killed Her Wolf :/

Again.