Folded chapters of this heart.
A silence of words.
A complete contradiction.
Scribbled and torn pages of many.
Just Another fabricated mirage.
Pictures embrace, delicate memories.
My whispers scream in terror.
A tragic, motionless story.
I am desperate to no avail.
Broken noise, faint in the distance.
No satisfaction found.
Turn it up, I need it louder.
Violence adores me.
The signal is disconnecting.
I want not sympathy.
Tripping all over my words again.
I waste not empathy.
Written words in black and white.
Forgotten sense of self.
I wrote down a thousand reasons why.
Yet not one survived.
I am nothing.
Give me something.
Darkness overturns my mind.
Rain pours down.
Ripped was my heart from my chest.
Words end up frail and untamed.
I cannot suffice this waking nightmare.
I have lost all my meaning.
Everything betrays.
I am better off alone.
No one at fault, just me.
Ugly by design.
Bones are broken, showing through.
No sense in pretending to be happy.
I am gone, lost, never coming back.
No more memory.
I have built walls never to be broken.
One more beat of my heart.
I fall again.
I cannot breathe.
Addiction.
Envy.
Portray me as another.
Substance reminisce.
Daily grief, a betraying kiss.
A still fragment.
Gasping for life.
A still fragment.
Gracing these lips.
