running
from my heart,
was all i felt like doing.
it was an anchor, weighing me
down.
i wanted to breath,
not drown.
i wanted to scream,
not frown.
i wanted to speak,
not sit down.
but here i was,
sickeningly still,
wanting to throw up all the food, intestines and whatever else that would relieve me,
of this.
anything but this.
i don't trust myself.
i need someone to hold me,
but nobody does,
nobody comes.
i can feel their eyes on me,
pityingly,
it angers me,
i want to
e X p L o D e .
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drafted thoughts (30 Days Challenge/CPN)
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