Behind The Mask
Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine, when I'm anything but,
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire, I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out, I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me, it eats away the years
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
And care enough to remove it, is that too much to ask?
Ash falls,
like snow around me,
today, this blood Lives,
It breaths,
it feels me.
Held close,
no one knows,
of the living dead,
As they assume,
they throw me into the inferno,
flesh burns,
as it runs away from my bones.
Fire melts the Ice,
And everything else,
I wasn't dead,
but how I wish....
one final glimpse in the inferno,
my blood boils over,
spilling through scars,
heated within,
I'm singed,
this pain,
hurts,
but I wish they'd do it again.
Ash rises,
coals glow,
crimson falls,
my open wrists, lets blood go,
nothing returns,
because its gone,
evaporated...
dried...
within the burning coals,
“Burning alive,
it feels like death,
and smells of sorrow,
it tastes of bitter regret,
and leaves no room for tomarrow'
cuddles simply get the job done. when we realise how truely alone we are and how fragile things can be, to be held can make all the difference. to feel supported or enclosed can be the safest feeling of reassurance for us
never underestimate the power of the hug or cuddle
Sometimes I wonder how autistic I really am, some traits really show through, like obsessive over stuff, attention to detail, specific forms of creativity, fear of people, fear of contact... my god am I autistic or what, holy shit.
I can just do the whole social interaction thing when needed, pretend that I'm normal, even though inside I'm burning
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Aug 19th, 2015 07:25 AM
