Things We Dont Say

[toescapethelabyrinth]

Tears we don't cry, the things we hide. Bury the pain hold it inside. Don't slip don't break, keep still. Breathe, swallow your fears.

[toescapethelabyrinth]

shadows inside, whispers of what's no more. Dig deep reach inside pull me to the surface I'm drowning, lungs burn heart slows darkness surrounds. Light doesn't exist here.

[toescapethelabyrinth]

Lock me up throw away the key. Battered and bruised starved for life, dig a little deeper I think I see light.

[toescapethelabyrinth]

twists and turns, clings and curls shredding, consuming, becoming. darkness like acid washing over skin rinsing away all sense of clarity. Breathe the poison let it flow filling every nook and cranny, no escape. Darkness within, acid skin, poison breathe, this is becoming.

[toescapethelabyrinth]

We give pieces of ourselves away with no promise of there return, no promise to be brought back whole. And when it comes to an end we pick those pieces back up and rebuild ourselves. Stronger, better, wiser.

[toescapethelabyrinth]

Breathe, your fine. You keep telling me this but I don't feel fine. I feel like I'm dying inside. The lights gone. It's dark in here. I want to scream to beg help me but my voice shakes and instead I whisper I am fine. How many times do you hear those words I am fine, can't you see when you look at me can't you tell how much pain I have inside. Do my eyes really not show the hurt the sadness and the hatred within? " I am fine" it sounds so simple so mediocre, how can you not hear the shaking in my voice the sigh as I try not to cry? Still you say you are fine so with that I'll repeat back I am fine.

[toescapethelabyrinth]

You've won so many times, you've won when it shouldn't have been a game. This sick twisted game of how many times you can make me hurt and how many times you can make me think I am nothing, until I became nothing. I became worthless because I allowed you to make me believe I was worthless. You forced me into isolation until I couldn't even have a conversation like a human being you made me an animal, not even the kind of animal you pet and love, no the kind of animal that spends its life in a cage. The most cruel and unfair life for an animal was my life to share. You've won, I can't breathe I can't sleep i can't feel, you've won.

[fuckyeahbestquotes]

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (…) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

John Green, Looking for Alaska (via fuckyeahbestquotes)