thought stream

This ink will write the words I cannot say, cannot share, do not dare, to create a path for people to see the inner-workings, the pathways, stepping stones, irrationalities and logic to frustrate the intelligence often shattered when a heart cares too open too long.


My fingers streaked across the skin causing unwanted pain, repercussions stab me and cannot shake the thoughts or worth from this skin. The pale flesh scarred invisible from stupidity of thinking someone else cared enough to help me, selfless and protective – used to much yet the insecurities of innocence still ring out, alcohol increases the power of naivety and depression in grey floods the girl on a swing looking at the sunbeam.

The End

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