i walk around and see black by hide-the-wounds, literature
Literature
i walk around and see black
As i walk around and see is black,
I can not tell where i am going.
The darkness is overwhelming.
The hazy gray wind blows
and dries my eyes.
It forces me to blink.
My eye lids slowly form over my eyes
and a burst of light takes place in my head.
There are brilliant colors and beauty
i never thought existed.
I stand there for quite some time
looking at the impossible colors.
A man that was walking by
pushes me out of his way,
forcing me to open my eyes.
The darkness pours back into me.
I have now lost the color
that i will never see again.
Her eyes look at her own.
All her problems are revealed.
She becomes angered by the reflection.
Now there is glass shatered on the floor.
As the consiquences are rethought,
the gkass keeps its reflection.
The picture has multiplies.
She stares back at thousands of herself.
She is angered by the reflection.
Now now glass shattered on the floor.
She knows she will not win.
The picture keeps multiplying.
She gives up as she slowly lies down,
sliting her wrists in the prosses.
She lies on the floor and sees herself everywhere.
As the police take away the lasts of her remains
there is no more glass shattered on the floor.
Life is slow,
Take it away
Don't let it pass,
Another day.
Tell me that I'm wonderful,
As you stare at my breasts.
so rite before i pull the trigger
I'll put you to rest.
I sit dead silent
and still as i cry.
I let yet another day
Pass me by.
As the tears cascade
Down my blushing cheek,
My wrists split
And start to leak.
I hear my mother
And her scream.
I hear the talk
Of the medic team.
They carry me off
But its to late.
I'm happy now.
I made my own fate.
I don"t want to say goodbye.
I don"t want to leave you.
I wish we could stay together
In this wonderful enjoyment.
How i wish the night could last forever
And sleep was never needed.
I would stand by you metaphorically
Until the sky came down,
And the earth came to an end.
There is still only one i want to be with
For i can't see anyone else any longer
Your image clatter through my mind
And binds to my every thought.
As we say our final "goodnight"s
I am filled with joy that you care
And anger that i cant have you.
I pray the fact that you feel the same,
But i know that you don"t.
Therefore i must swallow my anger
And prep
A small child
Sits in a small room
Of a small house
Waiting by the phone for that boy.
He hasn't called in days.
She cries herself to sleep.
Now i notice that i am that girl
But i gave up sitting by the phone
Because he has left me behind forever.
It mocks me more and more
as i get older.
I never thought it would.
I feel so much pain
as i gaze into it.
No one understands
The awful thing looking back at me.
I could stand it years ago,
before it's transformation.
Now it brings describable pain.
But how can something inanimate
cause so much emotional drama?
It can not make lies about me
or make fun of me,
but what it can do is burned into my brain.
What it can show me will never go away.
Who would have ever imagined
that a metal and glass could mock.
The sky is falling.
But not in heavy bothers,
In light white flakes,
As if tears were frozen.
The sky isn't falling
It's crying.
Attempting to wisp out the flame,
But chill from human emotion
causes it io freeze and fall slowly.
As it burns inside
The sickness starts to devour.
As it eats away at my soul
more and more by the hour.
I feel the sickness moving
from top to bottom
to top again.
My stomach falls out
and nothing does in.
It's full already.
No space is left.
It's full of guilt.
It's gagging me.
Eating at me now.
I have nothing left.
Except for the emptiness.
Revial or die
The choice is mine.
I can't stand it.
It's inside me now.
I can't get rid of it.
The lies upon lies upon lies.
There's no escape.
No way to fix it.
I tell more to cover old.
There is only one way out.
It's what I'm against
But it's all i can do.
Trying it in small doesn't work
So there is one thing
To make it go away.
.....death
I'm sorry to those who I've wronged.
I'm sorry to those I've helped.
I'm sorry to those who knew me,
and to those who soon would.
I'm sorry to those who thought it might happen
and to those who never knew.
I'm sorry to those who will actually care,
but I'm mostly sorry to you
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