This is not a cry for help
This is a call to arms
I have fought this lonesome battle for so long
During it all, the only things I remember
Are me begging for an ally
And watching myself be murdered
Over
And over
And over
Again and again
The constant and repetitive stabbing to a corpse
Then again,
I silenced my own voice
Before I let you have the chance to
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
