4/13/16

In my silence- I'm screaming for help.

In my attempt to avoid eye contact-

I'm hoping that someone dives into my pupils and swims through the tortured waves of self loathing and climbs aboard ship to fish out every evil thought that has consumed my mind. 

In my many miled feet-

I'm following my natural instinct to run from anything and anyone that can hurt me. 

In my calloused hands- 

I'm fighting my way through the mazes of people trying to reach me, crawling through a labrynth of deterred love.

In my scarred knees-

There is a history of self loathing and beration. Beating and breaking myself down, a slave to my own shadow.

In my silence- I'm screaming for help.