❝I feel so invisible and unseen. My thoughts have become catastrophic, tearing the seams of my skin, shredding the frail edges of my mind. My surroundings have become darkened and by this point, I can barely see behind the fog of my mentality. Everyone is staring at me with blank, emotionless faces. Why won't a single person reach out and notice that I'm drowning? I'm incapable of pulling myself out of the abyss as it drags me deeper and deeper. It won't be long until I'm consumed and I have to claw my way out from the dirt in my unmarked grave. I wish that someone would save me.❞
Thursday, January 17, 2019
3:48 P.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poesie{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
