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Chells Joined: Feb-10-2015 |
The overwhelming numbness of emptiness,
I don't exist, I am nothing, nobody, immaterial,
When I am consumed with this emptiness it brings the thoughts of self harm,
Cutting just to feel alive, is a relief, knowing that I still exist
There is no mask, I am open, bare and vulnerable,
My life feels only temporary
Everyday my life involves the experience's of an imploding self-destruction,
Avoidance and silence is what I know best, in protecting myself from my emotions..
My rage is always directed inward,
Anger you will never see, only smiles or tears,
I didn't ask for this illness, I didn't ask to be abused,
Courage, I have shown for years, I am tired,
If my parting is filled with tears,
Then take some time to remember the special things we once shared
