Breaking, Bashing, Burning. Seconds left and yet I'm sat here with a blank piece of paper. Seconds left and I'm still dreaming of what to spread across the paper with a filthy creative ink. Breaking into my head and leaking and my ideas and opinions into a judging world.
Bashing someone down can take seconds out if your day reminding them how disgusting they are making them realise how horrid their mistakes are. Bashing their skin to produce cuts and bruises from brutal actions.
Burning slowly, quietly in the corner. No once can see me burning. No one can hear my silent cries for help in the form of paragraphs I send out to others. They are used for their entertainment while I'm sat here awaiting an answer. Burning. The pain rises from the end of my feet and to the top of my head. The pain rises and spreads like wildfire.
I'm sorry.
To the ones that know I'm burning and pour water on top of me I'm sorry. To the ones who put me out for mere seconds before the pain begins at the bottom I'm sorry.
To you sweetheart.
I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
