the light at the end of the tunnel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 27, 2018

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Submitted: September 27, 2018



The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

If the world were to end today, it probably wouldn't phase me. I've been dead on the inside for most of my life.

Sunlight hits my pupils. It's usually a dark place, but the sun rays insist on shedding light.

If I let you run free in the field of my thoughts would you keep running or would you stay?

See, sometimes I don't even understand the noise between my ears or why these eyes keep crying rivers of tears.

Most people tell me to talk it out, but I don't want to spill myself all over the floor anymore because most people don't know what to say once my tongue speaks chaotic wave lengths.

I always end up on my hands and knees left scrubbing, and scrubbing, and scrubbing. Then apologizing for the mess I know I can be.

Lonely nights have become ritual routines. I'd rather get high than have to explain myself to people who will never understand me.

Most days I feel as though the devil is inside me. The hell I'm living in is empty and if I'm being honest, I feel like dying.

But somehow, on those lonely nights, I find holes in the knees of my jeans because after hours of closed palms pressed together against my forehead, I'm still praying that God will come find me.


-anyssa a.

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