I want to go back.
Fall back onto old roads.
Fall into that frigid lake-
Because at least it's safe-
And numbing.
I want to swim laps in that ice-
I don't care if I freeze-
It will feel better than I do right now.
I was having a good night-
By the fire,
But all of a sudden,
Those spikes spouted in my brain.
They cut off every ambition-
Every thought-
Other than cold.
I want to turn my back-
Turn from the heat,
I don't deserve it.
I see that stupid water-
Out of the corner of my eye,
And just like a princess-
I want to go running back to it.
I try to be a warrior,
But isn't that what got me into this mess in the first place?
By pushing-
Instead of succumbing?
By trying to be something-
Worth something?
I just want to go sprinting-
Into that ice...
I just want to go sprinting-
Into open arms.
I just want a hug...
No.
I don't deserve a warm embrace.
Just icy chilled, fingers-
That welcome me into their depths,
Where they will pull me down-
Until I must fight for air again.
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My Letters to the World
PuisiEmotions. We all have them even though sometimes we may want to get rid of them. We've all been confused by them, maybe some more than others. Or maybe we're just confused all the time. This is my story. The story of a girl just trying to get throu...
