Song for this part:
"One"- Metallica (sorry Sheeran fans)
Not much to say, so uhh... enjoy?
This part is a poem
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Scared of nothing.
Legs shaking,
Heart pounding,
Head aching.
Collects tears as a hobby,
Eyes red and puffy as her daily look.
No makeup,
No friends,
No beauty,
Just an empty shell of anxiousness.
Short,
Short
Days.
Long,
Long
Weeks.
Words clog up her throat-
No ability to speak.
Cannot do anything out loud
Thinks of what to say beforehand
Rehearses due to fear
And the feeling
Of drowning
In an endless portal
Through quicksand.
No purposes for her,
Just that others will have dwelled on.
But it's harder to keep walking
When you know there' nothing to live off of.
Begging
Begging
Begging
Praying
Praying
Praying
Please
Please
Please.
Help me.
Clenched hands dig into your thighs,
Rapidly fidgeting and averting your eyes,
Scared of who's watching,
Scared who can look past your lies.
Soon,
I'll be dismissed
From this depression of a weep.
I'll lay
Enticed
With nothing to look forward to see.
Rested
And left for a
Long
Long
Long
Sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Pain Reliever
Random"Me? Well, I'm well. Well, I mean I'm in hell. Well, I still have my health- At least that's what they tell me If wellness is this, what in hell's name is sickness?"
