Tightening grip around my neck.
Face, still smiling, but the breath is becoming laboured,
Torture, this is.
My breathing, shallow.
Is it supposed to be this way?
A rite of passage?
Hanging on with fingertips,
Watching the wave of emotions hit the rocks below....
Watching myself,
Trying not to let go.
Torture.
Torture, this is.
Oh how I long to let go.
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Took a plunge, got alive today. Shot. Fell too short, let his eyes blink. He died. Thought He had really been known. He had not. Slapped so hard, still rings next to eye. He can't believe it.
I been sitting in the dark for such a long time, and can honestly say I haven't seen a star in awhile, and I keep trying to forget and to shut the voices down.
A receptacle. of lost and. broken dreams. A heart broken. all it can do. now is bleed. A mind left with. nothing but a. legacy of screams. A body betrayed,. not knowing. it's own needs.
Pain. I didn't know how to deal with pain. With hunger and self gain. They did this. Saw me in pain. But they were vain. They left me in the rain. Left me to wallow in my self pity.
I can never close my eyes,. Can never turn my back,. Can never not look over my shoulder. It's a funny thing is. GUILT. I can never be carefree. Can never completely enjoy. Can never be reckless.
trapped in a cage. a cage you walked into. and calmly locked. locked yourself in. locked the world out. thought you locked the evil out. but the evils inside. inside the cage. inside you.
Heart shattered Body battered Barely alive Yet I still strive Mind screwed Face renewed I'm a new person After beatings from your brutal men Eyes blind Nowhere for someone to find I've been dead...
There's a thing. Goin' round. An' it don't. Make a sound. Make's me scream. In my mind. Never leaves me. Behind. It's a voice. Human like. What it says. I dislike. Tells me things. In my head.
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