Sitting alone, dreading the sound of inevitablility.
no motion, say for the wheels in my mind slowing down.
agony.
I feel a knife in my back, I turn to find myself staring back at me.
How could I?
As I sit in pain, I see me laughing at myself.
I see no pity in my eyes. I feel for the blood on my back.
theres nothing there. Shaking hands go to touch my other self.
I strip away the surface only to find anger hiding pain.
I embrace myself for who I am. acceptance. I dissapear. I'm whole again.
no corners holding dark memories.
I have let go. I jerk violently.
entangled.
I open my eyes.
I see the celling.
Heart beat slows.
Now I know who has hurt me the worst.
myself.
