Breathing

under such hypocrisy she'd think they'd explode from their seats
from which they might break down and confess,
their mistakes grasping their necks tight; unable to breathe

something like confusion, if she ever gets the word right
acts like a deadend sign
totally up to her if she decides to hold her head and cry

they attempt to throw the rusty blades into smelly bins
faces scrunched up with disgust-
"only crazy people cut themselves"

indeed insanity is questionable but then life is a bigger question
unmask and get delusion; expose the horror of catatonia behaviour
release her from the bottle & she shall cry a river

trapped in circles of disbelief, make the raging colours fade
one tone, duotone; makes illusion seem like a dream
numbness- to stop her from crying on the floor

all that men want are what she cannot give anymore
was, yet no longer; their loss or hers?
out of the bed in an instant: retch on the toilet floor

doors shut her out & the noise of panic rises in her chest
a thin line of coldness escapes from her lips
she's not dead, not yet; only breathing.

Reviews

[robin]

Okay so you've lived it alright. Brutal and cold some of this rollercoaster ride...I liked how the three lines frame different thoughts about this moment, very succinct yet packed with flavor!

[Jason]

This was very vivid in my mind. I dated a girl once that used to cut herself and it reminded me of her struggle. Very deep again! I love it.

[Wildfleour]

Wow. Intense and very well written!

[Ican'trightwrite]

Sounds like a longing wish. That there is something that could just fix the problems now. It seems that something like a drug is not really the answer. Maybe it's because I feel this as well but I really liked this piece myself. But it's not all just a big downer in the sense of look at me and see how bad things are. Mostly because you don't expose that part it keeps people guessing. Like what's in the case. Don't you worry about the case.