The walk home at midnight after work is when I am at my weakest.
It feels like the city is colder, and darker, and lonelier.
It is almost always unbearable.
I mostly cry and think about my prince.
Hoping the tears will smear my vision enough to make me trip.
And fall into the traffic.
Or I feel overwhelming anger.
Hoping another slash in my skin will relieve it.
Watching the blood flow and laughing.
The ten minutes that I am alone feel like a life time.
An eternity of being swallowed up in shadows teasing me and horrific thoughts screaming at me.
Then.
It's.
Over.
I.
Am.
Home.
Until the next day.
When I walk home again through the hell scape of my mind.
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Safety Net
Poetry~ Collection of poems ~ There is more below the surface of the appearance of my face that you could ever know. This is my attempt to show it. All written by me ;-; about mental health, hardships, relationships, and just life and the bullshittery th...
