(Source: Flickr / lensberry, via attic-of-the-universe)
My name is Melanie.
I'm a little troubled- but who isn't? index i write about all ears
submit âme soeur
I'm a little troubled- but who isn't? index i write about all ears
submit âme soeur
Every bat of an eyelid,
every brief tremble
of your unsteady
bookshelf eyes
feels like a journey to the bottom
of a twelve story building,
a restless anchor holds you
ashore to perception,
don’t sleep-
you scream repetitively
to yourself in
your head; though the
voice gradually ventures off
you know that if you
do sleep, they’ll win,
and you’re much
too proud to
admit you’re
losing. too afraid to
admit the
poison seeping
through your veins.
too wrapped up
with your own
ego that
you’re broken, delusional,
and believe in a higher power which
in your case, it’s yourself.
