❝The pain has become so overpowering that I can't even bare to transform it into the words which once helped and served as a useful outlet. It has finally silenced me, but there are endless screams in my mind. I can never find rest, nor can I find peace of mind. I keep finding pieces of my mind here and there, they're chipping away and dissolving under a broken faucet. It leaks a river of forgetfulness and denial, and everything imaginable seems to get lost in the stream. Convinced that the only plausible solution is time, I sit and wait for brighter days, even if they never come.❞
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
4:34 P.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poesía{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
