I sit here,
Confused and
Disoriented.
Crying a complexed cry,
Tears streaming down my face, masked in ink.
It burns when I blink,
It hurts when I think.
My brain is spinning and my eyes are dimming because of the excruciating pain that I feel inside,
Signing my name on the dotted line as if I signed my life over to the devil,
Hammering my head like a nail until I’m below his level.
What can I do?
Why doesn’t anyone understand my pain and my fear that I hold dear to my heart?
My body,
My soul, torn apart.
Even if you told me to lay back in the chair, I couldn’t even fathom the...