• my stomach churns, the world slaps me bitterly in the face and laughs as I have misinterpreted it yet again but I smile as I have gained more wisdom and turn for the new change to take shape
    I am alone always and surrounded by many that keep a blind eye at what makes my success
    but views me in all my glorified failures and tragedies
    I am vanquished inside myself where I tear my skin apart from the inside out,
    holding on for my sanity I hope I never choose these instruments in reality
    Where I wish I could feel the red ooze through the layers of me and watch as I keep creating more exit holes for the life inside of me to reach the floor and spread out as I wish I could of done all my living life
    I am nothing
    I am no one
    I am just merely a motion of everyday life that coexists with a slide of colored dreams and lights, a mirage of what I wish it really could be
    I am expected to make it and break it, change the way the world sees and maybe they will finally see me
    I just want to feel whole again in the midst of this foggy aftermath of emotional termoil
    It is me that feels shame and disgust
    It is you that says I deserve to feel these things
    That I should of listened not to go and because of my actions I am now pleading with my bleeding heart that its not my fault, its not
    I didn't know I would hurt this bad, I didn't see the way he looked at me, I didn't know that skin was just another tool for torture.