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Refusing Keep moving Into the night Step lightly Don’t fight me It’ll all turn out alright This anger Is not real Let is pass You can’t take this Don’t fake this As realities clash You can’t shove this down my throat It’s a reflex, inevitably I choke And spit it back up Making a mess It would have been easier for you To draw me in lightly Making me want it, and love it Until I accepted it on my own But I broke away from your ways Esophagus worn From access vomiting And contracting To rid myself of you And if you do not stop now For long enough to let me heal, I will rupture Pouring insides all across my tattered life And I will die In the moment All of it your fault And everyone will see What monsters you are To force your little girl To be something she is not Someone she can never be No matter how hard you pray You will never make it up To yourselves And surely not to me You were wrong The words whisper Under your skull Broken body Found alone With traces of your rules In little puddles of puke All around The death was agonizing Nothing could have hurt her more Like she suffocated Underneath all your standards And her responsibilities Who she was supposed to be Who was she supposed to be? Left alone to her own devices Shoved one finger down her throat To rid herself of your ideals With one final heave She became herself And died before ever getting the chance To spread her wings And fly free Without the troubles of the world Weighing her down |
Wow, I can relate to this completely. It seems like the story of my life. I couldn't even go through it to find anything to critic, I was stuck, I don't think I could have stopped reading if I tried. I loved it, and I loved the comparison throughout it.| Posted on 2009-11-19 00:00:00 | by daughterofdeath | [ Reply to This ] | |