Everyday gets worse.. Tears get heavier.. and pain grows stronger. The thoughts prowl around and jump in when they see a chance. I guess I’m just wondering why I’m still here… with all the pain and hurt I’ve been going through lately. I’m home alone everyday for 8 hours.. there’s so much I could accomplish besides cutting my porcelain wrists that contain that beautiful blue vein you can see so clearly.. the purple one that wants attention too but can’t compare.., just branching out into my palm..into my fingers. It’s stupid they say..Pointless. So is life but I’m still living it aren’t I? People are […]
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Porcelain
Too Broken
Too broken to be in this world again
A doll smashed into a million pieces of porcelain
They knew me before
They see glimpses today
They think I’m back
But I’m too broken
I’ve become one with death
Held his hand
Dreamt of his embrace
Blazing out all the pain
He let me close my eyes
To it forevermore
He let me Know it’s okay
I’m too broken now
I’ve felt death’s kiss
Tasted eternity on his lips
How can I come back now
To this world
When my broken heart wants rest?
Light shines in my window today
I can see it for the first time in weeks
Scabs curve over my open wounds
They threaten to heal my flesh
Music and voices and faces I […]
If there’s one thing in this world that I long for the most, it would be a hug.
Not the “oh nice to see you again” hug, nor the “if I hug you will you stop ____” hug. The hugs I crave are those of genuine care; strong arms, tight grip, hearts beating in sync, the ones that means you actually mean something to them.
I never had that type of hug before. I usually get the limp arms, light “don’t break the porcelain” touch, unsure, fake hugs. They’re usually brief, once in a while they’ll last for minute, but the moment is uneventful and the connection is […]