Tell Me How

maysixteenth2018. a journal.

When am i going to take a rest?

When am i going to start doing what's best for me?

My soul is what i feed it and it's been consuming garbage.

I turn on the screen to fill the space in my mind were terrible creatures come to settle down and talk to me.

They always express to me that they're annoyed with the noisy cries.

My feet loudly shed tears of red because they don't want to be used to run away from all my problems anymore.

It seems like every physical part of me wants me to turn myself around but they won't tell me how.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[B.M.E.J]

Very well written piece that contained an image that you brought to life just by your words.

[Pengem]

I really like the bit about having raw feet from running away from problems, the imagery is beautiful in its twistedness

[David Elijah]

Thanks for kind words!