Friday, March 28, 2014
Small
I have to get away.
Slippery patches of ground was new. They looked like slides. I slowed, careful not to fall.
Where am I?
I look all around, up and down, even to the ground
Oh, god!
Fear shivers up my spine. The landscape was familiar. The bareness and tan coloring along the strip of land was all too familiar. The slides were spaced, crossed and lifted. They were scar. This is my arm.
What am I running from?
Behind me I see a long silver blade lowering to the skin. Gaining distance in between us. Fear, shame, guilt and sorrow washes over my very being.
NO!
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Bubble
Ah, people! Thank god! They are my 'friends'... but they are so far away?
Running to the spot where my friends stand, I am stopped. An invisible film of air which I can not get to open. I scratch at the wall, my nails chipping and desperation sinking in.
Have to get there!! I have to!! Why am I not allowed to be there!?! I belong there!
My nail begun to push back, blood pouring from my cuticles. I keep at the desperate actions of clawing through the film. I bang my fist to the wall.
Open! Please! I beg of you.
My desperate action begin to slow and eventually I stop altogether. I turn around and slide down the wall to my knees, hands cradling my head, tears escaping through my fingers. I lift my ugly face to my side of the wall. Blood covered the room almost completely. Scratch marks litter every surface uncovered, and toys of precious value lie torn in the pools of blood. My eyes wonder down to my hand that lay on my lap, twitching.
Ah, I am doing it again.
The laughter of my friends were torture. The weight of hate resided on my chest.
This is where I stay. I am so stupid. I stay in my bubble. Everyone else can go where they please. I am trapped by my heart, a place killers would admire.
I give in and let the melody of laughter continue my tears and stabbing in my mind. The insanity begins. I scream.
Kill me!!!