are you afraid
that they'll see
who you really are?
that underneath your lies,
lay the truth that you wish to hide?
are you afraid that they'll find
your bruised, broken skin,
tainted with stitches and scars
that'll never heal?
are you afraid that they'll find
the red on your hands
from where the blood stained it?
are you afraid that they'll find
that your heart and your lungs
are pure black,
having been blessed by death?
tell me, little girl,
what are you really afraid of?
are you afraid that they'll
find out the truth?
or
are you afraid
to face the monster
that you've
become?
YOU ARE READING
Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
