I'm so lost from myself that I don't even know what to write anymore. I feel felt like a breeze and heard like a bird, yet stepped on like an ant and broken up like a word. And so I sit here all alone, waiting silently as I turn to stone. These words are from my heart itself. Although I feel tightened like a belt. Wishing in my time of youth that I would just have a breakthrough. Not the kind you find on earth. But the kind that takes time to realize it's worth. It's worth or my worth or our worth is poor. I feel hopeless so I've shut the door. The door to my heart, the door to my mind. I can't see my self in a broken mirror so I am blind. They say why try to fit in when you were born to stand out. But Is standing out getting laughed at by a crowd.? I am lost at sea, all alone. My boyfriend is the only one who can break this heart made of stone. But we can't be together if there's no line...no line to stop us from crossing and hurting each other. But can you really go too far.? When you want light but all you see is dark.? So why wait to die, why wait to remorse.? Why wait to fly and be a still corpse.? Well cause I know of a place where things are much worse. Things get held against you no matter how many tears you shed. And so you stay up all night shaking in your bed. Scared to close your eyes because of what you might see, and scared to tell anyone because of what they may speak. Judgmental ass holes, clowns, freaks. But you continue to beg because they're all you have, and you don't want to be 6 ft under dirt and grass. You're claustrophobic and scared to die. But are things really better upon the sky.?
-Written by Charriana Hall.
August 1st, 2015
12:41 AM
