i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
i’ve always been told
that 3am is some haunted hour
where your subconscious thoughts
claw their way into reality
but 4am is the true evil
it’s the unbearable silence
when the monsters in my head
stand at the edges of my vision
to watch me toss and turn
i didn’t think the depth of my pain was visible from the outside until my mother told me she hated my sad eyes. that my eyes were always so joyful and now they appear as small voids to something darker.
i am a skeleton walking, for you have stolen my heart.
if there is one thing on this earth i can depend upon. it is my uncle, who loves me more than i love my own flesh and bones.
if i had a dollar for every stolen glance we’ve shared i believe id be a multi millionaire.
though i am a young, privileged white woman, with nothing to complain of, sobs rack my body for years on end. my picket fence and shaggy dog can’t save me from this ugly world.
i have nothing to say anymore.
all that changed this year was my temper. i am now always terribly angry.