It's so loud in my mind,
No place for children or the weak.
But aren't I both of those?
How can this small clump of matter equate to so much?
I can't tell if it's me or something else entirely,
I'm tearing at my scalp
Screaming out into the empty house.
Do they know?
Do they know that their daughter is doing this to herself?
There is one thought that consumes my mind,
One action that will forever leave its imprint and
I'm afraid
I'm afraid that they'll find out,
I'm afraid that they won't see,
That they'll take away all I love.
I'm shouting
Scolding myself for thinking such things,
Whispering that I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
I CAN'T
But I feel as if I need to.
There's just so much pressure
Laying behind the veil of skin.
Pleading to be torn and released
But I can't
So I just. Sit here rocking back and forth
Internalizing my screams so they aren't heard.
Part of me doesn't care,
Part of me wants to bleed.
Whispering to do it,
To feel this pain
And turn it to something physical
To see it
So I know it's real.
But the other part is screaming to be heard,
Pleading for me to be young again.
Weeping,
Begging me to place the metal down and run.
But sometimes whispers can be heard over screams.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Random emo shit
RandomShort "depressing" or "emo" stories, (sometimes short) ;) Basically just things I write when I have words and thoughts floating in my farcical mind. Also might be a lot of band or fandom related things Does contain swearing and some mature themes ~...
