The tears stopped. They stopped
awhile ago.
It left my face stained with
the flow of blood leading from my
eyes.
But as the tears stopped,
my heart continued you to bleed.
I bled from the inside out, keeping my
focus on dying.
Praying that one day the flow of
my blood would stop. That one
day my inferior corpse would one
day bleed dry.
The cuts throughout my body grow
old, the pain strengthens each
day i force this body to move.
Physically alive, Spiritually dead,
Emotionally distressed.
I cried all my tears, they were
replaced with the blood if my heart when
no one came to help me.
When you all just sat and watched
me die; watched me burn.
My eyes stare blank out into the
darkness, clouded only by
the fear in which my loneliness had set.
I always feared the day when
I would lose mind; lose control of
my thoughts, keeping all of my
focus on irrationalities.
An inevitable concept in which
I tore my mind apart
by trying to follow and believe in
something in which would
ultimately in time be my utter downfall.
And it was.
To kill myself, to hurt my family,
to stress out my loved ones,
the complete insanity of it all.
The way my mind thinks now, if it even
does that, that everyone is happy
now.
Everyone else feels fine, everyone else
enjoys their lives without me.
All because I'm too dead and bleeding
too much because I'm Emo,
Emotionally Distressed....
 UnLukii · Mon Apr 13, 2009 @ 09:27pm · 0 Comments |
