Screaming. Pain. Darkness. Hideous whispers of self
destruction. Desolation. Worthlessness. Ugliness. Looking in the mirror is a
horrifying nightmare. Such ugliness. Imperfections. Disgusting.
I’m crying, I’m screaming…. Silence, nothing is really
coming out.
This pen I hold is my outlet, yet so much more goes unsaid.
What words are there for this lonely nightmare I live?
Just pain and darkness
I’m breaking. I’m dying, just not fast enough. Slowly Slowly
giving into the spreading darkness that welcomes death.
Sleep, Oh how wonderful it would be to sleep… forever. Never
to wake, never to dream. Just to float.
My soul is screaming for help. Where will it come from? Will
it come? Do I really want it to come?
Living has become a chore. Haunted I’ve become, haunted my
soul cries out in pain and desperation. Crying out to be saved. Who will mend
my broken soul and spirit? Who cares enough to take the time? Who will help?
Who will understand? Who will take my pain away? Who will put the glitter back
in my eyes? Who can? If they can….. will they?
Broken… Crying…. Falling… Despair… Suffering….
Just let me go
Let me
go
I
just want to go….
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