How many sleepless nights will plague me?
Will I ever be the same?
The danger I constantly feel of slipping further and further away,
The knowledge of knowing that I am fading away and yet I cant stop it.
The mask I wear, the facade I have is too good for anyone to notice. How I wish someone would know me well enough to stop me from shriveling up.
How will I go on when my hope flees along with everything else that has left me bitter and numb, from the inside out. My soul tries to burn but my heart aches in a way I will never explain. Hidden in plain sight is a person who needs a hero. Who needs someone strong enough to look beyond themselves and see the monster that has unleashed its terror on the least of us. The one you'd least expect.
The perfect victim.
One day I will not be alone.
This truth I cling to with all I have.
As I shrink and slowly lose strength I desperately hope that this truth is enough to keep me alive. How light are the burdens I carry but how deep the anguish they inflict.
My skin wishes to have been marked so many times. Memories of when my hand wouldn't listen to my mind's reason. The moment when I wouldn't cut. The dream of having those marks still remains but they cannot be. For what would come of a girl who is a ray of sunshine,
showing that shes suffered from nothing. It would be a plea for help. For intervention,
or just a lecture of me being silly.
Being hated for what I feel.
How will I ever come to terms with this shadow of a ghost that continually haunts my past.
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Metamorphasize
PuisiThis is a collection of poems written as a way to control a person's feelings; originally they were never intended to be seen by human eyes. This is written from the point of view of someone who struggles with emotional turmoil but feels they cannot...
