Mirrors
You wake up only to find your ugliness in a mirror.
I keep falling.
Where was the sense of security you were suppose to provide? In this house my cries are unanswered. I am here to bear it alone. I come home to nothingness. You're so obsessed with him and what he can do for you... You seemed to have forgotten you had other duties. I don't seem to exist even though I am in plain sight. Have I really deserved to have my voice completely wiped from your memory?
I try to remember that things cannot be solved by a blade. It can make things worse. I try to remember the promises I made. I'm trying to keep them. I used to belong to some family. Now everyone has left me... I am here to choke on my own silent pleas to climb back out of this dark pit. This is the hardest I have fought to keep myself alive in a long time. I'm fighting myself and it feels like I'm losing. It seems pointless. I keep pressing onward anyway. I have to.
I fall further...
I know he's doing whatever he can. He's done so much as it is. He's the only one who's been giving a damn. Everyone else seems to have strayed... I feel I have to withdraw. I'm not going to beg or plead because it will just fall on deaf ears to them. The knife that remains in my chest is something only I can pull out. I'm struggling to do it. I may be down, but this bitch has got a little bit of fight left in her. I just need to find it.
I'm trying to climb back up. I'll use the shovel to get me out.
WHAT ELSE ARE YOU GOING TO THROW AT ME?! BRING IT ON!
I keep falling.
Where was the sense of security you were suppose to provide? In this house my cries are unanswered. I am here to bear it alone. I come home to nothingness. You're so obsessed with him and what he can do for you... You seemed to have forgotten you had other duties. I don't seem to exist even though I am in plain sight. Have I really deserved to have my voice completely wiped from your memory?
I try to remember that things cannot be solved by a blade. It can make things worse. I try to remember the promises I made. I'm trying to keep them. I used to belong to some family. Now everyone has left me... I am here to choke on my own silent pleas to climb back out of this dark pit. This is the hardest I have fought to keep myself alive in a long time. I'm fighting myself and it feels like I'm losing. It seems pointless. I keep pressing onward anyway. I have to.
I fall further...
I know he's doing whatever he can. He's done so much as it is. He's the only one who's been giving a damn. Everyone else seems to have strayed... I feel I have to withdraw. I'm not going to beg or plead because it will just fall on deaf ears to them. The knife that remains in my chest is something only I can pull out. I'm struggling to do it. I may be down, but this bitch has got a little bit of fight left in her. I just need to find it.
I'm trying to climb back up. I'll use the shovel to get me out.
WHAT ELSE ARE YOU GOING TO THROW AT ME?! BRING IT ON!