❝Are you an illusion, or can you be real? Can we make you real if we tried? There are too many questions without the necessary answers and I can't seem to stand it. What is this barrier between us and why can't we surpass it? Is this the law of nature? The law of the universe? Severing me from unneeded beings, those who would diminish my potential, who would dare take away my purpose. The suffering silence of being reduced to this wordlessness. I am more and I want more. You're an illusion, although it was real once. Wasn't it? Was it? Love faded fast to reveal the fraud behind his mask. Can I even say that I was surprised? It was the very first time that I had known heartache and you taught me to conceal it. It was the very first time that I wept in the silent hours of night and you taught me to be silent. It was the very first time that you struck me with your fist, drawing blood instantaneously, and you taught me to sustain it.❞
Saturday, May 11, 2019
2:26 P.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Şiir{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
