I’m quite literally going through a lot of shit right now..
My soul feels broken.
People tell me to write
To unleash all of this hatred in my heart
But who wants to read about unfortunate instances
Who wants to be able to feel pain so deeply with wordy cliche medephorical melodic rhymes
People don’t want you to slice them with a piece of your heart. They won’t want to know that you are broken.
I am now a window.
People peeking in to see that I am lost.
Pointing and laughing at my never ending journey
I am the birds in the cage with the broken wing.
That wants so badly to fly.
People walk by and watch me struggle.
Giggling because it’s so fucking adorable to watch me try.
They’ll walk away and not do a damn thing.
People are just curious for entertainment no matter how it may be.
I am the circus. Welcome.
I guess this is the way things are. You live your life and I’ll live mine. In the solace of the pain that runs deeper than my skin.
Seeing eyes grip the remainder of sobriety from my wrists
That makes you look like a murder
From the corner of your eye you saw me gulp my last drink of water
Till my lungs smiled
And told my brain they were ready