Silence Hides Agony of Miserable Ones
We are heartbreaks. Every one of us counts as a shattered heart.
We are solos. Every group of us is betrayals, and fake truths.
It was us, from the beginnings of emotions, from the start of a heartbeat, in the rhythm of ones heart.
Now, skies are falling, and earth is wide open. Calling upon you! Whispers of sad thoughts. We always found pleasure in the pain. Why else take pride in the wounds?!
Eyes closed, headfirst. Jump into misery like a pool of soft cotton, with a brave comforted heart.
Truth hurts, doesn’t it?! Every truth left a mark on my skin. I have more truths than I could bear on my bare skin. I win!
A brave soul, scarred with self loathing traits, trained to attack oneself first.
Cause,,, priorities. Right?!
Priorities and must dos. Endless lists with unticked boxes. Did I forget to tick them all?!
Never mind, I will share my ill thoughts like a serving of crunchy chocolate bites, it is noisy to crack, but then chewing through it is soft. The more you are fed illness, the more you are becoming it. Inside — out, head to toes, a master plan with delusions. Don’t you stop!
How else to look in the mirror? How to face a reflection that never was yours?!
The impossible equation. Satisfy what you faked, to keep up with expectations you never set.
Run the race you never signed up for, and pass on your prize to someone who will never celebrate the win.
Fight the monster? you are the monster. Fight yourself!
