You would run. Run far away.
Because I promise If I could run I would.
But running for me isn't an option, just A dream in my wild imagination.
Because the things inside ;happened to me; are a part of me, and there is no reprieve
I could run forever and still not get away.
Because no wish in the world can make the things in my head any better.
They are what they are, and they will hurt my heart for always
So I can run with utter exhaustion trying. Or stand in the horror, frozen in pure evil.
Feel it, cry it out, write, scream and talk. Do it all; with all that you are
Do anything just to survive the aftermath, just please don't give up.
Because your going to want to, your going to want to stay in bed, cover your head
And scream at the world. Scream until your throat hurts, until you think your still
Screaming and realize there is no voice left, just incredible silence
You will want to give up so fiercely....
Because the energy it takes to keep breathing is immense, and unattainable
The energy it takes to smile and do everything your supposed to is a weight like no other
Because there will be days that are so heartbreaking that you will wish that one of your
Assailants just finished you off, killed you squeezed a little harder and taken
your breathe for the very last time; it's just that heavy.
A kind of heavy that is too much to bare, yet what I carry is a burden that can't be shared
This is a burden to carry alone and little by little as you collect more pieces of your puzzle
Maybe with some time patience and if you get lucky, someone who can handle your dark
will be ok with your inside out. I think sometimes, that keeps me going.
Someday
I
just
hope
being inside out
will be ok and not so devastatingly isolating .
I heart your heart.
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