Tick, Tick, Tick...



Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.


Monday, January 3, 2011

I scream for some silence.

I don't understand. I have all these people I see so often. They say they care so much about me, and I return the sentiment. I say I love them. But yet here I am, crying, and feeling that I'm not close with anyone. I have certain people I contacted, told them I'm upset. Yet, I feel like I don't belong anywhere.

Honestly, in this moment I don't understand why anyone would even give me anything. Why would they offer love or acceptance to a low-life like me? I'm pathetic.

I want to shower off my bad qualities. I want to scrape at my skin until I see bone.
I want to get out of this place. The literal surroundings and the figurative state of mind.

My sister told me to scream today since I've never done it. I couldn't.
No one can help me but me. I'm fucked.

3 comments:

  1. I get this... in my own way, I feel the same sometimes. Aluta Continua--the struggle continues

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  2. you are NOT fucked. No matter if you believe its true, there is at least one person who loves you, and I should know because I do ;) you are my friend, now and forever. If you could only see what I see you'd realize how not-fucked you are.
    ps--I scream into my pillow a lot. cause. i'm cool and angsty like that.

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