12:03 am
i am within the hours of not existing. i am lonely but my house is full and my messages are flooding. i am lonely not alone. i am surrounded by angels and i am in heaven but it feels as if there are chains latched to my ankles and i am being pulled deeper into my own personal hell. it feels like i am my own enemy and i am digging my own grave, so deep that i could never be unburied. i feel like a never-ending sinkhole that won't just disappear and leave people alone. i feel like a burden.
i am the lint on your black pants
i am the stain on your shirt
i am the homework you did not do
i am the food you threw away
i am the class that you hate
i am everything that is wrong with myself
i feel like i am black coffee and the only person willing to give me a chance ran out of creamer.
i cannot escapes my own shadows. they are everywhere
in my mind
heart
lungs
skin
mirror
words
every breath i take is haunted my by own shadow
no matter how hard i squeeze my eyes shut or how many times i blink and pinch myself, i can never wake up from the never ending nightmare that is myself. i can never escape my own being. i want to be myself, not the person i have become .
the person in the mirror isn't me.
YOU ARE READING
tears turned to ink
Poetrypieces of my thoughts and heart sewn together and melted down for me to write about trigger warning: everything
