I WRITHE....
I find myself lying awake at night,
Trying to keep my heart in my chest.
I struggle forever and to the end of time,
It is so difficult to digest.
I want to rip through my skin,
I want to cry out - scream til I cant anymore.
To turn it into something else
Would be a miracle found in folklore.
I cant live or breathe without
This presence of everlasting hate.
For it bothers, it itches, it eats
At me and its making me irate.
It doesnt take long to find its way up
From the vastness of my core,
Because this anger, pain, fury, or whatever its is...
Release its longing for.
Why wont it stop with anything I do,
I cant seem to ever find peace.
I constantly pray and cry and dream
For some form of its decease.
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Johanna katrin Svansdottir "Drucilla" Naughty
- 16 years, 6 months, 6 days ago