the occasional shock stings my arms with each twitch i give into
I've been under for what feels like weeks
my skin, i cant feel
my eyes can only roam under the thin layer of skin that cover them
my ears never stop their ringing
i want to answer it by closing them with my hands
but my arms stay stuck to the table
my skin tears at every try to move them
im held down by straps of plastic, tight
so tight around my waist and chest
how do they think they can keep me alive?
If only my will power could determine whether i could die or not
but wishful thinking will get me no where
It's useless
I'm useless
am i some sort of test?
a victim of an experiment?
my brain is the only thing that is working on its own
i can think all i want, but I'm not going anywhere
and here is where i'll stay
7 comments:
Girl are you ok? What's going on? I know we're not very close but if you need to go out or talk i would be more than happy to meet you somewhere or have a girls day out or anything. Or if you're tired of talking (because i know sometime i just don't want to talk to anyone), know that i am praying for you. love you.
Nice. You are good with words. Too good.
Kristina is funny with her excessive worrying. I call dibs on hanging out with you, lol.
I love you friend!
lol i am an excessive worrier. i am sorry for worrying over what might not even exist. i don't mean to assume!!!
hm. very very good.
as always, I'm here.
and I call dibs on hanging out with you too! :)
I liked this poem even more reading it for the second time!
Darn, stop being so good at writing.
Ha.
Hey, is everyone seriously calling dibs on hanging out?
Cause I wanted to hang out with you too.
If I make it a date and pay, do I somehow get in front of the line
dudes, i love you all. Kristina you can't assume the author is going through what he/she writes; silly head. I'm not going through anything. I absolutely love writing depressing things. But yeah, i can see why you get that.
<3
why do you like writing depressing things, love?
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