Healing
Motionless
Your eyes sit and stare at me they let my insides burn with such a hurtful fire that you'd laugh at the expense of my pain...You sit there once again laughing at me...whispering secrets in the light while I sit in the dark....you'll never know my pain until you find me dead....Then what happens once i'm gone? Will you rejoice and dance on my rotting carcus? Will you laugh and stab my dead body with knives of sorrow? Or will you cry and weep to the Heavens asking why I did such a thing? So the night turns over will I be dead or alive? The blades sream my name and my wrists beg for pain....My mind begs for an end....and my heart for forgiveness...I sit motionless in a room of paint splatter and demons of my mind take over and remind me of every mistake I made even if living was my biggest mistake they remind me....I fight this battle with my arms and they bleed every night even though a smile shines upon my face there is no hapiness here.....not in this place I call my soul.....I'm subjected to such immese sadness that I can part myself from the world so fast you couldnt see me leave if I was standing there in front of you.... If I left and died away you'd laugh while I lay there motionless...but in reality I'm laughing at you for you are motionless....not me