I drowned in feathers, while flying anchors
When the world becomes numbing needles massaging minds
When the wind becomes a fire stoked inside a frenetic breath
When love becomes an afterthought tip at a drive through service
Lost becomes the only way to be found amongst the debris of lies
Laughs are tucked away unless they can sting
Loving affection withheld to protect the scars within
I keep my scars on the inside, where the map of insanity remains secret
Where the skin bleeds freely as the blades caress my veins
Where a polite tongue slits throats, lapping what once meant all
Where nothing has become everything, the race to the cliff’s edge
Screams become the only way to make the world quiet
Stoking the flames of another day’s flow
Settling for a future of yesterday’s tomorrow
I killed too many dreams to recount, chasing tales too tall to see eye to eye
Why is letting go harder than building a pyramid of lies?
Why is there no difference between a mask and running mascara?
Why is my smile the deadest part of my eyes?
As the twisted noose drapes around necks too busy to crane
Always deceiving with truth concealed in tissue
Awakened in a darkness too heavy to break the backs of the broken
I wonder how many corpses will bring me back to life
I wonder if a heartbeat can remind me of anything besides
A life lost to an unending series of goodbyes
As always, in the bottom, heroes will rise to new lows
Screams become ..,, I missed you.
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❤️❤️ I keep having to take breaks and go inside, whether I want to or not, it seems. I wonder if one day I’ll have a clue what I’m doing haha
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It’s okay, sweetie.
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This is a beautiful and deep message. Haven’t heard from you in a while! I hope you’re doing okay! Hugs ❤
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I’m still kicking. I fucked my wrist up and I was moving, so I had no time
And my hand would go numb after about a minute of typing… I think I just needed to shut down a while too. So much change and everything… how’ve you been girl??
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Weird, I jammed my finger last week and it’s been difficult for me to type, too much, as well! I guess I can say I’m hanging in there, if only by a thread. Especially since my phone was stolen. It was kind of the last straw for my axniety! Anyway, I hope you make a speedy recovery! Keep on kickin!
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😦 That’s not good. If you need to talk – shoot me an email mahbuttitches@gmail.com , okay? I’m very good to vent to hehe 😉
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I may just drop by when I can take control over these kids! I must warn you, though, I tend to talk too much! 😀
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Me too hahahahahaha
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