My 'Dear' Friend
Boiled rice lays slumped in the pit of my stomach
My cheek scrunched against the white pillow
I contort my face against the pain.
I know now that this is it.
I turn my head away from the world
Face the wall
Face nothing
Shutting out those feelings
Closing my mind from the hurt
The pain
The pain that I can no longer handle.
The handle, I reach for,
Cut myself deep with the blade of your lies
Your secrets
I cannot bleed
Just push my head against the cold iron bars
Compress the pain in my mind.
I am no bomb
I cannot explode
I cannot tell you how I feel.
Its stuck here, building up into a rotting ball of flesh, betrayal and fear, alone, scraping at the walls, curling and twisting in my bed. Growling, caged in my own mind.
Don’t you wish you could die for a little while?
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Any comments would be
Any comments would be appreciated, I wrote this last night, unable to sleep, and it just flowed out in a jumble, so there you have it.
My 'Dear' Friend.
Wow! Threw me for a loop! One of my favorite lines is, 'Cut myself deep with the blade of your lies.' For something that just 'flowed out in a jumble' as you put it, I'd say you did a great job.