It’s when you’re fragile that you do things that you shouldn’t be doing. I should have not done those things, but I am just as weak as everybody else and in my mind I thought that this is normal. I am hurting myself, battering my soul until there’s nothing left of me. I don’t know how to let it go from my system; I don’t how to start all over again. I just can’t turn down the voices inside my head, they are screaming and haunting, I can no longer hold it inside.
I keep staring away until my head is as blank as a wall and as deep as a well. I tried to hide all the voices and thoughts where no one else can recognize them except me. I close my eyes but the thoughts are stronger; I opened them and I eventually give up this fight.
I am intertwined within the complexity of a non-existent conscience. Unknowing whether this is right or wrong, I bear down. Tear ducts are in drought, the heart is numb of any emotion-not even anger, pity or frustration. I am lifeless.
I keep staring away until my head is as blank as a wall and as deep as a well. I tried to hide all the voices and thoughts where no one else can recognize them except me. I close my eyes but the thoughts are stronger; I opened them and I eventually give up this fight.
I am intertwined within the complexity of a non-existent conscience. Unknowing whether this is right or wrong, I bear down. Tear ducts are in drought, the heart is numb of any emotion-not even anger, pity or frustration. I am lifeless.
