Messy Me.

I sit on the floor, curled up in my room, surrounded by the scum that is my belongings.

I grip this strawberry doll hair upon my head, and I rock back and forth, back and forth.

I ask god why he let it come to this, why there is thoughts of murder in my head.

Why the devil torments me so.  I ask myself why I speak of nonsense.  I let it out.

The screaming that has built up for too many years that I have lost count of.

I let the rivers rush forth in fury and pain.  I let my heart ache at my desolation.

Alone, I am not.  brave, I can be.  But for now, I will fall apart once more.

for now, i will cry like I am two, and throw a temper-tantrum like a child.

I will stop my feet, pull my hair, cry and cry and cry.

I will scream at the ceiling, the laughter of my own voice inside my head, mocking me.

I will become a mess as I stand on this floor, pacing my room like a mad lion.

I will clean the scum and filth around me until there is nothing left to clean.

Call me crazy.  A slight shurg of my shoulder, and a tinkering laugh of bells.

I am just being me.

Reviews

[TawnyBlueStar]

Amazing :D
love the inside thoughts :)
"i am just being me" is my favourite part :D

[screamin'ian]

Fall apart, come together... The process is endless. Teen angst well-expressed.

[Dylan S.]

I love this one. It's a captivating read, telling what goes on in that mind of yours. Great use of words.