Word Vomit for the Soul

I'm not exactly sure what this life is, but if I'm falling apart, can't you tell me why you won't 

pretend to be

my only

heart inside of diamonds, blue and green, the monsters

fingers slowly deep inside 

the creepy

wild things

I

cannot pretend I do not worry

the slightly friendly only leaving

simple minded foreign feelings, I

am not who you believe me to be, I handle things the way

she 

would have 

too, I see 

your face and, we dance, my darling, but the same 

things each

F*****G 

time, I leave you alone, and 

why? am I leaving now?

I do not pretend to have all of your eyes, alone

in this darkness, we dance, but

look, don't you see? 

we are fighting, constantly, determinately f*****g up our lives in

peaceful ignorance, because you KNOW

reality and love and life and all those sparkly things are 

blinding, don't you know? 

We all know we die 

and the pain of seeing beauty, just seems, it just SEEMS

too GREAT, my darling, leave me be, and won't you

tell me why? 

Author's Note

I have no idea what this is really... I don't like it all that much, but I really needed to do something to get shit out of my head so here you go. Word vomit for the soul, I suppose.

Reviews

[Haneefah]

A pen and a book are the companions people like us have. We could let out our souls to them without fear.
Nice piece.

[Mikku]

By writing you can actually let out the screams... And the best part of it is.. No sound comes out.... I can understand that it was randomly scribbled... Yet it was good

[sparkly.ghost]

Thank you so much! This means a lot :)

[Mikku]

Your welcome