Did I Get Me Here

walkingmess

Im still sat here confused

Continuously trying to figure out the sick moral of my pain, adding everything up

Replaying the moments i felt despair creeping on my shoulder as i cried away the parts i loved most

The days i cried so much it sucked the life out of me to a point all i felt was empty and cold

Just to try and figure out why there's days i don't exist 

Ones where i don't have the lungs to speak, or the mind to process, anything.

Where all i can do is stare and repeat "Why, why do i feel like this?"

Slowly killing me every time that voice echoes in my damn head

Closing my eyes and hiding under my blanket to protect me from what lurks in my darkest hours

Shaking at the fear of what my mind does to me 

There's just no escape for what's carved in my heart, like a kiss from the devil burned into my soul

Im alone 

  • Author: Maya Strinz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2017 23:42
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 36
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  • Jabberwocky

    Sometimes we are acted upon and sometimes we act.
    It's better to act.
    Your writing is an act, so you are saying you exist through your pain.
    Continue to act.
    To act is to exist.
    I've been in similar places.
    I just keep acting.



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