Bleeding out what I need to release.
Taking out vengeance on the thoughtful.
All they wanted to do was help?
I need to escape this skin that keeps me contained.
Ravish myself in a thicker, stronger coating.
I can’t stand the thought of loathing the thoughts to be had.
I need a positive perspective, resurrect the old me.
Who was she?
No, still delicate, face, features, body, and mind.
She wasn’t as divine as she once believed, but certainly, she was quite more capable to deceive others than this.
I want her back.
It takes far too much time, its best that I just relax.
Manifesting the fathom of her will not bring her back.
I need to recreate, reestablish something better, something strong, to withstand life’s trickery, and change it all into mockery.
Nothing is serious.
I will become one of those.
The people that care about nothing, no one, but the influence that comes from within.
Be my own mastermind for success, release, and to repress all that deflates me.
Advocate me, someone please?
Contradiction at last, you knew I couldn’t write without one.
Never sure, always deciphering, someone slice me into small fragments of incoherent thought, I don’t need this massive abundance of absolutely nothing worthy.
With what was once sturdy, I don’t remember a time when things could be so stable. Simplistic reveries of childhood afternoons, someone is singing to that big, white, full moon.
Looking for an answer, someone just received the news of inhabiting cancer. Someone eliminate me in a much for affective way. There has to be a resolution for the revolution that’s begging to be started within my soul.
So gone, so lost. Woe is me, find a new hobby, it seems I’m out of tears, out of fears, just monotone me drifting in the calm, relaxing seas of dissipating me.
I use to know how to feel, I use to reel in all imagination to a stand point, a point where I could look at creativity and make it my master. What disaster simplicity turned out to be?
I guess the chips have fallen, the corner I’ll take is bland. I’m just an average woman.
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