where is she?
Bursting into flames. Screaming through pain. drenched in.... blood? Or is this my mistakes?
I'm sick of running from the truth. i'm tired of my long nights and wet pillows of forgotten tears that creep up on me in my sleep. I want to awake to my previous life of bliss.
Not even in my place peace can i find the comfort i need. Sad eyes over whelm my beauty and it gets lost in my emptiness. I miss her....Where is she?
How sad it is that only a few shorts kicks to the ribs. Leaves you breathless. Like a fish with out water. Except some how this fish is drowning and there seems to be no hope for air.
She use to giggle and fall over herself and flow. Now she or this, over thinks her self and doesn't smile as much and isn't as bubbly as she remember.
Tomorrow she will find herself she claims. And tomorrow will be her brighter day. But where is she? And what do i or how do i find her. I find pieces of her joy scattered across the floor and in cracks and in hidden places. And as i scramble to pick them up before they are lost again. I get cut on the broken glass of one of my flaws. And our drips more of realities rude awakenings. Oh how I need her......
Where is she?
Comments (2)
Wow very deep and can feel the pain that you are putting threw this i appluaed you in your blog!
DEEP PAINFUL. i HAVE WRITTEN STUFF LIKE THAT. FREEING. X