I am awake and that’s what I am afraid of. I can’t be alone with my own thoughts, before thinking of the person I have become. I don’t allow myself to be open, I seal my notions away inside this bloated excuse of a body. I don’t reach out like I use to. I isolate myself from all of the people that I care for and for what ? To not let them close? A arms length. Why do I do this to myself? I am afraid of myself. I’m afraid of the face in the mirror. I’m captured underneath in a dark lonely place where sound just echoes around my ribcage. No one hears my muffled voice, I’m just screaming into the void.
Sometimes Being Witty isn’t all that Clever.