Just lay down and listen to the music. Listen to the words that hit you at the bottom of your heart where no body sees. They tell you it's okay to cry, but what happens when you physically can't? Let the frustration bulid up as you replay the words that made you believe his lies. The world he created for your mind. Let the anger bulid but without a way for release because you have no tears. Your eyes are dry. What do you do? You turn to a blade. The shiny sliver roazor to wash away your pain. Not because of him. But because you let him hurt you, as you replay every second of it in your head. Now you're bleeding but the pains still there. It's still in your head and it's not going away. Your eyes are still dry, your heart is still shattered, but you're body is going numb. The ashes of your cigarette fall on to the floor. You're screaming because you've been hurt to much to cry anymore. What do you do when you're numb but still in pain? Everything hurts so much it's getting harder to feel the pain of the blood stained blade sliding accross your veins. You lay down maybe sleep will drown the pain. A couple hours without thoughts, a couple hours of darkness hoping just maybe you won't wake up. The music softly playing draining deep into your soul. This is the part of you that no one will ever know.
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Life I Guess
PoetryJust little poems, parts of songs I write, short stories, or me venting