I Fuck Up
I’m sorry.
I fucked up. I’m sorry I’m such a fucking disappointment, you tell me it’s just the voices in my head the devil spinning it’s tales. But it isn’t. Failure. A failure at all aspects, but we can pretend can we not ? A coward, that’s what that is.
You wake up you look in the mirror and what is it that you see ? The ghosts of the past clawing its way at your heart protected by you bruised broken ribs you give in. As fast as ink spreads on parchment it crawls up your spine the vines of terror holding your head high, it’s talons; a fierce grip on your neck pressing your carotid artery.
Your okay. The pain is good. Your not hurting. It gets better. Lies. Because no one will tell you the harsh truth, no one will tell you that it’s just gonna get harder and your just soon going to be immune to the everlasting pain you crave.
I fucked up. I’m sorry I’m such a fucking disappointment, you tell me it’s just the voices in my head the devil spinning it’s tales. But it isn’t. Failure. A failure at all aspects, but we can pretend can we not ? A coward, that’s what that is.
You wake up you look in the mirror and what is it that you see ? The ghosts of the past clawing its way at your heart protected by you bruised broken ribs you give in. As fast as ink spreads on parchment it crawls up your spine the vines of terror holding your head high, it’s talons; a fierce grip on your neck pressing your carotid artery.
Your okay. The pain is good. Your not hurting. It gets better. Lies. Because no one will tell you the harsh truth, no one will tell you that it’s just gonna get harder and your just soon going to be immune to the everlasting pain you crave.
22-25, F
