In my skin the fealing unbearable.
Burning from both ends.
These wounds will never heal.
The scars will never dissapear.
The constant reminder of who I was.
The reminder of Who Im not.
The battle in my head.
The spaced thoughts.
The splits in my personality.
The pain is nothing.
The days are long.
The nights are longer.
Awake though the night.
Thinking Of who I used to be.
Thinking of the person I killed.
Thinking of the world.
Searching for everything.
Finding nothing.
Just the blank wall.
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