Jun 23
Their eyes are coloured like gemstones, their teeth like pearls. It's a facade. It's all a facade, for their heart is rusted and gone.
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Their eyes are coloured like gemstones, their teeth like pearls. It's a facade. It's all a facade, for their heart is rusted and gone.
Having such a tight grip on control of your life because you're so afraid of losing control.
But, would losing control, even a fraction, let you be a little more free? Free to explore? Free to learn?
Are you free to live?
Maybe one day, rest will come. Until then, I fight for my survival.
My heart longs to return to a life it once had. My mind knows it shouldn't. That life was damaging, a life that no one should ever experience.
And yet... the mind finds itself being enticed by the heart.
I find myself consumed by the all-encompassing dread. It creeps up my spine like ivy, spreading deep into my tissue until I will never be alone again.
I'm packing up my past and packaging my future. There is somewhere meant for me; not here, though. I need to find that place.
I will claw my way up, up, up.
All the way out of this pit you put me in.
I'll carve my own path, tell my own story. You are no narrator. Stop deciding for me.