september 20th, 2016
i am in shreds. my heart is split in two. my pulse is racing, my feet are shuffling, my mind is clouded, and my eyes have no specific settle.
i am wrecking my own worth.
i hate my ugliness, my shame, my fucking silence. i hate it all. it tears me up and stomps me down. i crumble with one light touch. it is my demons, my quietness, my cowardice and anxiety. i am spread across the road, waiting for them all to run over me. again, and again, and again they do.
nobody cries help. for even if they could, i don't think they'd want to. they couldn't possibly see the darkness in my closed mouth and solemn face. it's a disgrace to be as silent as i am, so nobody really thinks i'm suffering.
but i am. i suffer under my SILENCE. i always have. nobody sees that, nobody understands. it's TEARING ME APART. and this road, will always have traffic.
