I became what I feared the most. This is who I am now.
My skins ripped off. But a smile still paints my face to vanquish there worries of me.
You could say it's Because the utter pain of the truth is more bearable than the thought of you seeing me past my breaking point.
I can't enhance the way I feel about you without knowing what to do or what to feel.
I'm scared of everything I've become and I'm done.
You can't un see what I have seen, you can't believe where I have been. My hands been so close to the bars of death yet I always slip away.
It feels as if No body seems to notice the scars or the lies.
No one actually cares.
No one even dares to ask, when I say that I have seen the fine line between heaven and hell.
I want to wish a way away from all this pain.
I want to wish away the stronger death power to supply my insanity a gain.
YOU ARE READING
Fix me.
PoetryThis is where i escape. This is where i spend my days, in between thoughts about suicide and what else I would do to be held in your arms.
