• why is my shield of innocence is fading so quickly? •

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sometimes
I hate my mom
her voice and everything in it
can sound like nails
on a chalkboard
the way she's so ignorant
of her own darkness
the way she acts like she knows everything
and assumes everything she doesn't

but sometimes
I love her more than anything
and I do anything I can
to fill my free time with her presence
because there's so little of it
and I used to lay for hours at night
crying profusely as paranoia
claws at my skin and rips me to shreds
because sometimes all I can think about
is the sound of metal bending
and debris flying
as her heart stops
and my world falls apart
and I cry and I cry until I can't anymore
because I know the loss of her
would be unbearable

yet I still find ways to hiss at her
and lie until my skin turns blue
because I wish I wasn't able
to see all of her
because I see more than
she does

and I wish I could tell her
but I can't
because anxiety is the strongest duct tape
and, not to mention, the deadliest consumer
of words.

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