the more i run,
the less you chase after me.
the more i push you away,
the less you come back to me.
the more i cry,
the less you comfort me.
the more i fall apart,
the less you fix me.
the more i break things,
the less you deal with me.
the more i lose myself,
the less you find me.
the more i hurt you,
the less you want to be with me.
these problems hit me straight in the face
again in the gut
and hard on the back.
a constant battle, always fighting
every single day,
but never winning.
you see this scar?
it's from last week.
and those, from last month.
there are more over here,
from two years ago.
the funny thing is,
these scars,
they don't heal.
they won't heal.
because you're expected to learn from them
and take important lessons from them
to use later on in life.
sometimes, you do.
but most times, you don't.
another thing,
is that i'm a coward.
instead of fighting back --
like i should --
i run.
far, far away.
to where it won't touch me anymor
Can you see it?
The silent tears, the fake smile, the downcast eyes.
The bite of the tongue, the need to be hugged.
The way I push myself away from you.
Can you hear it?
The music blasting, the wordless screams, the sad sigh.
The uncomfortable silence, the bitter words.
The soft sobs erupting from my heart.
Can you feel it?
The pain and the hurt, the guilt and remorse, the lack of belonging.
The pang of loneliness, the longing to be loved.
The chaos filling up the emptiness of my soul.
It's not only a question
Of whether you can see,
Or hear,
Or feel
Any of these things.
The real question is,
Will you do anything abo
What is it like to be in nothingness?
Would it be black or white? Blue or gold?
Do colors even exist? Does anything?
Would there be a light in the darkness?
Or a shadow in the light?
Is it like closing your eyes, and not being able to see?
What is it like to be in nothingness?
Would you be able to hear the music playing?
Or would there be a noise drowning out the pleasant sounds?
Would you hear the words you speak?
Would you be able to scream? Or is everything noiseless?
Is it silent, deafeningly so?
What is it like to be in nothingness?
Would it smell sweet like roses or freshly baked cookies?
Would it be a pungent od