stop.
Just for a second.
Just stop.
and air goes through your chapped lips,
and your heart whimpers behind the cages of your ribs
and your eyes begin to quench.
It feels like someone’s gutted you,
cut you up into little fragments
and left you bleeding.
but you’re not.
you’re not bleeding
even your blood shrivels and shudders
away from you
cause you’re not worth it.
you don’t measure up.
you’ll never be it
you’ll never be enough
you’re just another disappointment
and your teeth chews your lips
and your fingers are clawing your skin
and your throat’s constricting
It’s like being stabbed repeatedly
and the worst part is that you know it’s coming
cause it always does and you want it to stop.
but you don’t beg.
you don’t beg. you don’t say anything.
you don’t. you take it as it comes
and stay quiet on the floor.
cause no one cares.
They can see your pain through your lying smile
hears it in your forced laughter
feel it in every touch you have.
but they don’t. and you don’t blame them.
you’re a screw up
you’re a problem
you’re a mistake
so you lay there,
no scream no whimper no sound
alone. unwanted. broken.
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