elphie

Im drowning in my own personal pool of self hatred
Screaming in pain, but the words dont come out
Can you see me in the looking glass
Pale and weak, the weight of the World
It hurts my shoulders
Sometimes I dont know if Im real or just fiction
But the tears, they sting my cheeks
So if Im false
The world around me is still a very real place
My spine hurts from the lies
The scars on my wrists throb with hateful assumptions
This poem makes no sense
But neither does my life
Are they seeing the same girl
Cute and sweet is far from the things I feel
But they think Im happy content at the very least
They dont see the barbwire wrapped against my mind
They cant hear the snakes hissing as they eat at my heart
If I stand here much longer the shadows will engulf me
I wont be invisible Ill be gone

So.. that's a bit melodramtic I suppose, even for me. Meh it's intresting what kind of crap you find when you go through your old archives.

I think I'm teetering on the verge of a funk.. the lonely bug seems to have leached on to me again... just full warning people.