I am so worn out from this façade I put on for everyone. I just want to throw my hands up in the air and say fuck it and fuck everyone, I am not perfect and I just want to be, I just want to live. I know I have so much to offer but I keep sabotaging myself. I want to be able to not care. Yes I have some really awesome people fighting in my corner, without them I don’t know what I would do. To just come and talk here helps a lot, to have no one know who I am I feel so much freedom, especially with my writing. Today was a better day.

The Burning

One by one the mountains fold, like cards in a deck
Black streamers line the ceiling, flowers by the bed
The music echoes through the empty hearts as sorrow fills their souls
Grey eyes burn in torment as dust turns to ash
Lifelike figures dance upon the walls
Shadows in this waking world, lost without the ache of hope
promise me strength, promise me light
You are my saving grace
my last grip on reality
tears quietly streaming, anguish flowing,
from every pore of your existence
the bright florescent lights cast disfigured limbs into mirrors
Grace has forgotten the hopeless, the desperate the disheartened
the truth is crawling through the cracks, stumbling up from below the deck
I miss feeling
Pain
So peaceful after
the burning