LifeLife.Life2 years ago in Personal More Like This
How its winds flow through hollow hearts.
Sweeping ideas into our brains.
Empowering our limbs with actions.
How it fills eyes and bodies with meaning.
Giving them a purpose a place.
A way to go, a way to get.
How Its so suddenly gone.
Eyes glassed over.
No more meaning.
No more life.
AloneHe can hear the whispers, they stab at his heart, he could stop them if he opened his mouth. But his lips remain sealed as his ears absorb every painful word. They always mock him, and he knows it, talking about how strange "That kid is". Isn't it gross that his face is pock-marked with acne? He doesn't go to church all the time. Why does he never talk? Rudolf the red nosed kid who never washes his face. They laugh at their inspired joke as the boy shrinks further into his jacket, the torn skin on his arm grabbing the fibers of the coat, sharp pains tingle and itch as the scabs are ripped open. The pain isn't much, compared to the other night, when the etching needle ripped through the skin. The rush of endorphins sending a burst of melancholy joy through the empty veins of his body. He knew it would hurt, but the feeling was worth it. every day he had to listen to these girls. His self-esteem getting ripped to shreds with every passing moment, the scars on his soul thAlone3 years ago in Personal More Like This