Do not avert your eyes and pretend you don’t know the truth
It would be a lie if I said
I Love you
Yet I find my mouth moving
a reflexive response
Void of feeling
But you do not seem to notice
My life is a fantasy world
No
More of a nightmare
Filled with terrors that make the boogie man weep
I am terrified as the poison enters your veins
Turning you into a zombie
Who wants to rip me to shreds and consume my soul
Bloodied and fragile
Locked in a cage
There is no one who will hear my cries
No one to pick up the broken pieces of my shattered bones
They will heal on there own
Crooked and misshaped like so many before
happiness is an illusion
Never meant for me
And sadness
Well even that is too great for me
The vase and flowers
It was love that I craved...but life seemed not care. Happiness was only broken pieces that was scattered everywhere...feeling the disparity of sadness that would
Crawl in... But my happiness was glass, fragile.. Someone will delicately pick up my happiness and melt it down with their own glass of happiness, making the perfect vase that will eventually carry flowers and maybe those flowers will be our children.—Terra
