spaces and spaces - of black lies,
of broken promises - leaving me empty
with so much to say to you..
will you hear me?
hear me as I say -
read my words from the pages
of my heart and of my memories
filling up my empty soul.
ripping me into threads and bonding me together in silk ropes,
of your machiavellian words that ricochet through my heart,
shattering it into pieces that will never be seen,
for i have learned to escape into the dark corner of melancholy,
tumbling into the rabbit hole and pessimist reality,
for the doubts are not anyone's, rather my own,
as an uncontrollable panic traps me in a fight to be perfect or fear of doing wrong.
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blue; for i am feeling blue. I try to have a positive outlook on the things happening but once in a while, something dark surfaces and my thoughts take a dive with it into the gloomy and hurtful struggle.
