Masochist.I stay up late so I dont have to go to sleep.More Like This
I fear the monsters that nighttime brings.
When I can stay up no longer,
I dig my nails into my arms.
I bite my lip so hard it bleeds.
I scratch down from my cheeks to my collarbone.
I do anything so I dont have to sleep.
So I dont have to have my fears tear the sleep from me.
So I tear it from myself.
Sometimes I text you.
So you comfort me, and I try not to hurt myself,
Because I know you can feel the pain.
Not where I feel it-
It all goes straight to your heart.
But as soon as the screen goes dark,
The monsters of the night descend.
Spiders crawling on my arms.
Phantoms whispering secrets in my ear.
Secrets I dont want to hear.
Secrets about death.
I hide under the blankets and press my fist to my mouth
To keep me from crying out.
My eyes fill with tears and my heart shudders.
A whimper escapes my lips.
Darkness closes in.
Just when I think I will scream,
My phone buzzes and the room lights up,
If only temporarily
NarrativaJoão levava uma vida calma e pacata até que um dia percebeu que era apenas um personagem de uma prosa curta escrita por alguém.More Like This