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but that
something's unseen
So instead I pull and
rip and tear and bite and claw and scream
at me
Furthering my frustration
Escalating
this feeling
Obscuring the source
So I turn
on myself again and it hurts
It hurts so
much not to know why I hurt
I inflict more
pain because I don't know why I'm in pain
I
cry I cry more
I bleed I bleed more
I hurt
myself more because I hurt
I want to kill
this feeling inside but instead I hide
within myself to stop the murder of me and
my own sense of me
Self destructive heart
beats in contrary to itself wondering if
the echo is itself or somebody else
I am
pain in contradiction
I am confused with my
own confusion
Self destructive soul sells
itself wondering if the sadness comes from
itself or somebody else