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Poetry - "shaken misguided voices."
written on Friday, April 29, 2016 @ 9:13 PM
28/4/2016 — Thursday. shaking lungs, uneven heartbeat. i breathe through all the dust, gritting teeth out of the rust. forced smile, awakened silence. taking it in, as people pulling it out. "i dare you, to look me in the eyes and say that you are sick. you are fucking sick in the brain that you don't make any sense in this world, any longer." i gave up. i look away. because let's be real, people always need an evidence for every single thing in this mad world. and i cannot fucking take out my brain and heart and show it to them how much it is damaged, bruised, and wounded, they'll laugh every time. because if you cannot see it; it was never really there, right? "pull your shit together, hun." i am indeed. shaking, trying to get a grip of all my broken pieces that are slowly, but surely is falling apart. as i hold another pieces, the other one falls. "why are you so lazy? get out of your room." i am not. it just hurts every time i move. do you even understand at all? the sharp edges scratch me and cut me open till i bleed. bleed, and bleed, and bleed away. wishing that i can bleed the demons out, but i lose my sanity a lot more than the blood that bleed from the unstitched battle scars. it is hard to make people believe, when they do not fucking care in the very first place, is it not? —L.D. Labels: my writings, poem, poetry, writings 0 comment[s] | back to top |