by a girl named emma, this is just perfect
Feelings piercing skin
tensing bone
nothing stored for yourself
control stolen, hope lost
the 5am struggle to sleep
Not a speck of time
to breath
Head space packed and swelling:
abusive ideas with heavy fists
bashing fragile flesh and mind
damaging and destroying
feeding self doubt
and insecurity
starving the soul
Struggling to like yourself,
lie to yourself
and paint the world positive
cope with the shape of existence
cringing at lifes texture
And dreading!
the colour of tomorrow
Desperately Seeking logic
in rubble of feelings
miss-spelling life as 'shit'
searching and searching
for hope
rawness, tenderness on skin
pores constrict, hairs curl up
pain laqueres skins surface
expecting, anticipating
injury
until you are a shaking tiny ball
defenses finely tuned
and you sleep and dream
and hope and pray
not to wake