Please Hang Up And Try Again

Deactivate myself from the world

I'm drowning

Trying to keep my head above the ocean of numbness

Trying to click the volume up around me but the button is broken on

Muted Laughter.

I can feel myself falling and I wonder,

What happens if I don't try to fly again?

Self Esteem is a fickle thing.

A piece of glass.

How many rejections can I take before I crack?

Loneliness.

An empty place. 

Where gender doesn't matter as long as I can be held through my nightmares.

Like a Nun.

Devoting myself to an idea that someone invisible loves me with his full heart. 

How long can that idea last?

A place of border line stalker.

I can believe they love me as long as I keep my distance.

One step too close reveals too much truth to the tiny voice of reality inside my head

Where rape can live a real fantasy. 

To long for another persons touch of lust.

Believing they just wanted to touch me, but I wouldn't let them.

Not knowing it's only a pursuit of Power.

Never admitting to something so demented because I don't want everyone to know how lonely 

I was.

A dark place where no family love can fill it's hollow crevices. 

Broken phone line.

Sorry your call has been disconnected. 

Reviews

[Jamil Isimbabi]

wooow deep.
'Self Esteem is a fickle thing.
A piece of glass.
How many rejections can I take before I crack?'.. good poem