Buried Alive

Buried Alive

 

Just stop! You’re falling apart! It’s destroying you slowly… The voices you hear, their words and phrases, the tilts and lifts of nonexistent vocal cord fluctuations, it’s all in your head. It’s a creation that your mind made up to deceive you, and lead you from the path you want to be on. You do still want to trek that path, don’t you? You can’t tell me, that deep inside, where there was once a core of fire, something doesn’t scream in defiance. Because it does, and I can hear it. Because it’s me. I can hear my screams bounce back at me, enclosed within your inner void. Where your heart once sat, on the left, right there, it used to beat away, steady and sure… Now it’s gone. Just… Gone. Like it was obliterated completely, there’s no trace, nothing remains to testify that it was ever there in the first place. But I know. I remember. I can see it there, if only in memories, a glowing ember that gave your life worth. But these voices of yours… They’ve taken it from you. They told you it only caused you pain, they told you that love isn’t real, only a chemical reaction within your brain. They told you to give up. To give into their demands of domination. And you DID. You turned your back on that path we once walked, and faded from life like the real world was only a bad dream. But you aren’t going to wake up. You’ll never wake up. Because the voices say its okay. This IS living. This IS real. But it isn’t. Can’t you hear me screaming? Pleading with you to turn around, we’re not terribly far, we can find our way back through the wreckage, find our way back to the life we deserve. The life YOU deserve. You don’t need to live like this! Your body so numb you don’t feel the cuts on your feet. Your mind so unresponsive you don’t know fear, you can’t feel fear, you can’t… You look at the horrors, and look away. You no longer cringe. You no longer care. Please! Turn around! You’re dying, and it shouldn’t end this way! The road is still within sight, if we turn around now, we can make it to the light! But you never turn, you just walk forward, eyes lidded, eyes lifeless and cold. You’ve become a shell, and I am trapped within you.

 

By: Shayla Sayer

Reviews

[Ruth]

I remember I liked this piece a lot love...the mortal dread suffocates the actual self! A pleasure to read here also, big hugs xoxo

[Chris]

You asked me here... I came and found -this. I read it - slowly and with understanding. Afterwards I saw the other views.

As an opinion: We all have to pause and refocus BECAUSE we DO get lost in our day-to-day existences. We lose our way and our sense of self. Sometimes its a feel-good life we fall into and forget prices of admission. Sometimes we get so lost that its like being locked into a dark and silent room. You feel so alone that no one and nothing else exists. Sometimes you just hurt so damn bad and it doesn't EVER seem to let up. Well, you really aren't alone - even when you are ...alone.

As a review: A valid and thought-full effort. Well spoken, timely, and relevant.

Take care,
Chris

[Daniel DeLorez]

I love this. It's completely raw and from the heart. Using no structure whatsoever is sometimes the best way to express emotion. Well done.

[Momina]

Shayla,
This was confusing and all over the place.. It reminded me of being completely out of control crazy.. I am not sure if that was what you were going for or not... I had to read it several times to get it but I felt like I was spinning out of control..

[Raven Starhawk]

This particular brand of writing helps me to focus and stay stimulated.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed your instruction to the damned causes in life is binding, well done, good read.