Silent hope and emerald eyes,
She creates a personal web of lies,
To hide the truth, construct her world
Better than memories passed
Yet she cannot kid, she cannot cheat herself
She bleeds out tears and fears
Emptying love, becoming dead
Emptying feeling, numbing her head
…terrified to look anywhere without a torch, so that I could see what was haunting within the dark, within the crevices of my own room.
I’m not so terrified anymore. Why?
Because I realised, the thing haunting the dark was me. I was only afraid of myself.
Sometimes I wonder how long it takes to get over someone. How long it takes until the emptiness in your heart and chest and head and everything finally go away and you’re left feeling better.
Because the feeling is something that should be…that shouldn’t even be here. It’s an awful feeling, one…
Crouch on the ground,
fall against the wall,
clench your knees,
don’t let it out,
don’t let the tears fall,
don’t let the screams past your lips,
don’t let the sobs hit your shoulders.
Let the pain flow through, but don’t let it out.
Blank eyes, blank stares, quiet mouth, quiet screams.
