Everyday hurts more than the last

Just to sum everything up.

Pacing,
pacing like a mad man.
Crying,
crying until there's nothing left.
Embracing,
embracing that all consuming numbness.
This is what my life has come to?
Only this and nothing more?
Weary head placed in trembling hands,
perfectly folded in a pose of utter defeat.
These scars that linger in my heart,
those words that echo in my head,
the other scars that adorn my soiled flesh,
the broken heart inside my chest.
No!
Absolutely not,
you can't blame me for your wish for death.
But I can blame you for mine daddy dearest.

To those of you that see my false smile,
and not the face behind the mask.
To those of you that see the facade before it crumbles,
keep thinking my life is perfect.
Please,
continue to know nothing.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

A plea to call out all those who affect whilst dealing with who started it, and reminding those who may try to help under false guises in the end that you are not to be saved.... as much as wanting to be heard, is a very powerful, mature, and definite way to take your stand. There is this "podium call" in the beginning where it feels like you are summoning the room to your feet to finally be heard, and this protest of trust and defeat is in the end FOR THEM, their ruin!! I love it. Beautiful generictruth!! xoxo -Mark