~"I'm Fine"~
A little something I wrote awhile back. Thanks for the comments on my other articles and poems::]
-----Late night-----
Wings now shatter into small ashes that fly away into the dark... echoes of little children screaming and laughing, shadows that hide in corners of the room.
It was another one of those nights ...... a game of evil, a mist of hate...and now a tradition...
No peace within me, no rest of the soul...just me and these thoughts that derive me to the edge of nowhere...
Chills cover my body and fear defeats my heart...
With the cold blade rested on my skin, I could no longer think. Took a step further and build the pressure to press downward, deep inside ... Numbness was clearly cautioning me, but I was ignoring... My hand now began its art, An "I"... "M"...blood already began to fill in the ripping skin and tears hurtled down my face...
A "F", "I" ...... This was like therapy. Therapy to treat ones self. Myself... The blade ripped me slowly out of this world, into my own little world, sooner I'd be free of shame... a "N"...... an "E"......
I'M FINE.........
Ever hear a voice that tells you what to do? An arrow to show you direction?......
I'd pulled my sleeve back down and rest my head against the wall and tell myself, I'd be fine... but deep inside I knew I was just trying to comfort my self.
You might think this is something weird, but you'd feel the same...You don't know how it feels to wake up every morning and feel afraid for living another day, and to go to sleep not feeling safe in your OWN home ... To walk around denying your feelings with wearing a smile to please others all day, when your really breaking down inside....... Maybe I'm just losing it, or maybe it's how life goes on... Just maybe!?!?..
**Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I can't wake up. Before I come undone. Save me. Save me from the nothing I've become...... Don't let me die here, there must be something wrong...**
**Faith is like a door waiting to be open... some just haven't found the key**
Wings now shatter into small ashes that fly away into the dark... echoes of little children screaming and laughing, shadows that hide in corners of the room.
It was another one of those nights ...... a game of evil, a mist of hate...and now a tradition...
No peace within me, no rest of the soul...just me and these thoughts that derive me to the edge of nowhere...
Chills cover my body and fear defeats my heart...
With the cold blade rested on my skin, I could no longer think. Took a step further and build the pressure to press downward, deep inside ... Numbness was clearly cautioning me, but I was ignoring... My hand now began its art, An "I"... "M"...blood already began to fill in the ripping skin and tears hurtled down my face...
A "F", "I" ...... This was like therapy. Therapy to treat ones self. Myself... The blade ripped me slowly out of this world, into my own little world, sooner I'd be free of shame... a "N"...... an "E"......
I'M FINE.........
Ever hear a voice that tells you what to do? An arrow to show you direction?......
I'd pulled my sleeve back down and rest my head against the wall and tell myself, I'd be fine... but deep inside I knew I was just trying to comfort my self.
You might think this is something weird, but you'd feel the same...You don't know how it feels to wake up every morning and feel afraid for living another day, and to go to sleep not feeling safe in your OWN home ... To walk around denying your feelings with wearing a smile to please others all day, when your really breaking down inside....... Maybe I'm just losing it, or maybe it's how life goes on... Just maybe!?!?..
**Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I can't wake up. Before I come undone. Save me. Save me from the nothing I've become...... Don't let me die here, there must be something wrong...**
**Faith is like a door waiting to be open... some just haven't found the key**
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