❝I fell into the mirror, I've been watching myself for 3 years. I will barely hold eye contact with the mirror, because I am fully aware that I'm in here, that I could save me, change me, pull me back from wherever I've gotten lost in, but not until all of the pain is depleted from this vessel, staining my cheeks and scarring my wrists indefinitely; not until the knowledge -the lesson has been absorbed. Sense and sanity are no longer a normality for me, I have taken the road that no one knows, the road where no one ever goes. I'm alone, not in physicality, but mentality. At this point, would I even wish for someone to find me? What would they see, what do I see, when I look at me?❞
Thursday, May 24, 2018
1:57 P.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Puisi{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
