Status: as much as my fingers can type
The Lion Hearted Coward
Past voices
with each passing minute i understand the clock is ticking. looking down at my fingers i notice my skin is tearing.
panic is starting to rise.
sitting here, staring at these fingers of mine, with nothing but a mouth full of poison.
"You're an idiot." I recall my mother saying.
"Dumb bitch." My sister grumbled.
"Pendeja." Dad yelled.
Holding back tears. repeating numbers under my breath.
i love them. i cant run away.
my view began to blur.
"i'm trying" i mutter to myself.
panic is starting to rise.
sitting here, staring at these fingers of mine, with nothing but a mouth full of poison.
"You're an idiot." I recall my mother saying.
"Dumb bitch." My sister grumbled.
"Pendeja." Dad yelled.
Holding back tears. repeating numbers under my breath.
i love them. i cant run away.
my view began to blur.
"i'm trying" i mutter to myself.
♠ ♠ ♠
regretting is part of the process.