Writing

Conflicting feelings in my brain

In my heart

As I lay awake,

Not entirely sane.

Conflicting thoughts, all knotted up.

How do I untangle,

Fix what I've lost?

How do I make sense of it?

My thumb slammed in the door, rapidly turning purple. At first I didn’t even realize, I had become that numb to reality, similar to how my thumb was about to be. My neighbor, Mr. Smithers, waved at me from across the way.

It's not love

That died long ago 

And in it's wake

Left only lust

Sinful thoughts like never before 

It's engulfing my life

My mind

I can't think 

The ocean is so beautifully blue

Yet it's also black when it goes too deep

The ocean is so calming

Yet when swept beneath its waves, it's suffocating 

Dolls, who you dress up in pink and white, 

dolls, who you take to the park or on a flight, 

dolls, who are made of plastic and cloth, 

they are always so girly, never unique or even goth.

My world, was full of happiness and bright

my world, comforting from daylight to night.

my world, seeing animals ripping people into bloody tears,

I know now that they shouldn't be my biggest fears.