The curse of feeling every single word like pins and needles.

Fear of it all coming out wrong. The pain of the overwhelming sensation of our human brain.

Unwilling to tell the difference of our heart in our mind that defines are every sense of humanity. When it all lies on the curse of sensitivity. Turning into anger and agony, self-pity. Inflating your veins with toxicity of the poison that pumps through our hearts

Pursing her lips to the cold air as we hold our lungs full heavy like the weight of concrete afraid to exhale. Closing our eyes afraid of what we might see. What we are to become.

The changes that we endure through the nightmares and horrors of lifes petty games, turning around and just wishing we weren’t the same.

My heart shattering into 1 million pieces until there is nothing left but the emptiness. The soul seeking feeling to feel whole again. Feeling the hollowness like a dagger pulled from the chest.

Our hearts, mind and body decomposing. At what point in life do we invest. Until then pull me from the darkness that I believe myself. Overreacting, aggressive hypersensitivity. Anger to anguish.

Force to disguise ourselves with only one choice. One that we must make wise, texting wish the flames of my soul.

Xo