Dark times. We all have them, even the ones who pretend they have never been hurt, never cried, they've had them too. We make promises that we can not keep and we know this but yet we still make those promises to the ones we love knowing that it'll only be a matter of time before they realize this and leave, just like everyone else. They say they are different, that they will stick around until the end, help you get better, too bad it's not true. You start to believe for a second that the pain won't happen this time but it happens everytime. You're scared to be loved, but they say they will always be there for you. You want to scream you don't believe them, or that this is the last time, this time it's real but isn't. You live for the pain, it becomes normal for you. Your life now.
poster child, pose for your picture, comb your hair this way, stretch your arm that way, eat your daily nothing and cry invisible tears because poster children cant be sad, poster children are the face of the future and the future must be bright but the poster child cannot live i the present, they cant breathe anyway
Sunlight dances on her face and the shade fights for her attention, the concrete lifts into a smile when she delights it with every delicate step, she breaths out the sensation of eating ice-cream in the summer and she breaths in the wounds and the scars of everyone around her. Smile bright but her eyes are faded to grey, skin flawless but her cheeks have hollowed inwards, her footsteps grow heavy as the ground shakes beneath her, the shadows creep up her neck as the pavement drags her to the ground. Enduring the agony of breathing in took away the sunlights daughter to the shadows
Searing pain dispersed unevenly throughout you, it's like the aftermath of a knocked over tin of paint splattering cold white walls. Toxic fumes force there way into your system causing a pulsing migraine to develops. The paint is thrown onto the people around you, their clothes and skin now ruined like how you dragged them down when you fell. Falling faster and faster with no destination the sound of the sky engulfing your senses until there's nothing, no one because you hit the ground and there's no coming back up this time
No comprehension came from the white eyes before me. But it was not that hard to grasp. It was as simple as a green ghost floating out of the blades of grass as we inhale them, or as the subtle chimes one can listen to as butterflies rise and fall through porcelain pirouettes, and leave the air with the shape and color of a Han masterpiece. Nonetheless, the bears will not sleep until my umbrella can cover them all. But it is so small, the aluminum skeleton of a spider. Dead spider and crying flea, jumping through the cracks of my darkened wall, burnt by incense and cigarettes. Pale blue light remains through my fingers as I try to guess the screams of your figure under these cold, soft silk robes. it will fall and whistle towards the floor. But your body will always stay still, my young marble soul.