When it seems like there's no one left to run to in this empty world you can come to me I'll be your shooting star. You can tell me your dreams I can't promise to make them come true, but I'll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
I am a flame.
My innards eat me alive unhurriedly as the day progresses. Everything is a worry. My stress heightens with every word said. I feel distant from myself. Without the ones I love around me, I explode. My emotions are a blaze, a fire I cant put out. I am burning alive and I can feel it. Ive wasted all my time trying. This parasite is one that attaches without concern for the host, an like most, this parasite is one that harms. What is the point of trying when all is lost, and all will never return? I will give up. God wont save me, I am not his child. I am property of the devils, burning in his awake. Like a combustion, I will devour everything I come in contact with. I don't want to be noticed my anyone or anything. My only way out is if I hide my enigma. I cant battle and struggle for much longer. I need help.
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