Sept. 26, 2013

I pulled off my skin,
Feeling it drip rose petals on the bathroom floor,
Looking into the mirror and seeing but a blur,
In the corner of my eye, I saw them.
I saw the fear vibrate throughout my body,
I felt my legs go weak and wobble,
Why.
Why does their fear exclude me of myself,
I have done so much for them and yet they still mock me with their presence,
Coming back to my question,
Why.
I bled for them,
Hurt myself for them,
Screamed in the name for them,
And they haunt me in my wake and in my dreams,
I'm left disheveled of hopelessness and dreamt of dying,
I wake no longer feeling 'happy',
The saying hurts my throat,
One does not believe in happiness but only being positive in such a negative blanket of life,
Why.
That's what they wanted all along,
No happiness,
Just people swept away with fear,
That's how they feed, they feed off the minds that are afraid to try to become better,
Be a somebody,
But they keep you alone, feeling nothing but pain,
As if it's their duty to make you make sure you're a nobody,
And to keep it like that,
But why?