Oct 152019
 

Three more lines garnish this heavy cloak, the nudity exposing the real me and how badly I have broken. I am numb. I have to be. If I wasn’t, the quadrillion pieces of my heart would be slicing through me like razor wire gutting me from the inside out.

My eyes can’t focus. My brain can’t either. I hate myself. Hate myself for so many things, namely, allowing myself to dream, to imagine a life, to be naive enough to believe in another person when it went against my instinct to hide and pull away. I hurt because I allowed myself to go to the one place I swore I never would. 

I deserved the pain. The punishment. I let myself believe I didn’t. I failed myself. I failed everyone. And, now what do I do? Where do I go from here? There is no up. The compass points North, South, East, and West and no matter where I stand I seem to be in the middle, the needle doesn’t teach me how to climb out of this pit, it tells me to stay parallel. To traverse the world down on my knees is no different than up in the sky. The views both inherently evil and beautiful all in one. 

I am the brokenhearted, the evil, the beautiful. I am my own worse nightmare, my biggest fear. There is no amazing grace for me because I am perpetually lost, never to be found. Maybe if one looks really low they would see fragments of my battered soul at their feet. Or, perhaps they wouldn’t see me through all the soul-holes and would continue on their way. 

I am the hate, disdain, the pain behind every smile. The brokenhearted that’s been discarded. I am the nothing that fills space and causes hurt. Why did I crawl from the depths of hell just to fall right back in? I am sin. 

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

 Leave a Reply

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

(required)

(required)

CommentLuv badge