Today , i made my dad mad ; my sister upset ; my mom worried and finally myself more depressed .
As i pulled the curtains to give my room a bath of darkness , i felt safe.
i liked that .
Then , something inside of me broke off .
A storm broke out .
It wasn't the storm that follows the calm or the one that comes before . It was the one that your heart is familiar with ; so when it hits hard i can close my eyes and predict what's next .
And in the darkness , senses sharpen . I read that somewhere . But my ears were clogged . I was nothing but a floating soul . Nothing but a beating muscle .
Nothing .
This tiny muscle that enables me to breathe is still beating and i . I'm feeling suffocated .
i feel drained ;
sour ;
knackered
i feel ...
no , i don't do that anymore .
Feelings are for the weak and i . i'm already shattered .
Nothing but pieces that are waiting for someone to collect them .
And i . i keep waiting .
But i . i scream silently so no one comes and i . i'm in pain . and i .
i sigh . Why am i complaining anyways . My heart is familiar with this yet i .
i'm in pain so someone save me .
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Sparkles Terrestres
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