She breathed heavily as the anxiety
Seeped out of her skin.
Friends come and go.
Family comes and goes.
Sadly, Im not sad.
It creeps in through your pores.
It seeps in the crevices.
It pumps through your veins.
And once it roots itself,
It gnaws away at you.
Every ounce of matter in you feels its demanding presence.
Your sweaty palms.
Your shortened breath.
Your quickened pulse.
Your straining vein.
Every part of you screams it.
Every part of you craves relief.
But only your heart knows.
There is none.
Why’d you leave me so early?
When the pain subsides
We’ll be able to see clearly
But until then
The cigarettes will continue burning a hole in my lungs
The pills in my stomach
The razors in my wrists
And your words in my heart.
Dear Brain, Trust me. Love, Heart.
Dear Heart, Told you. Love, Brain.
I chose to lie. Of course I cared. I cared with every tear that fell.
The make up that he didn’t notice, streaming down her face.
The seemingly endless night shaking in fear of rejection.
The tears pooling on the paper stained with confessions and apologies.
The coped up anger, fear, sadness streamlining through her pen onto the letter.
Except this time.. it wasn’t paper and pen. It was her skin and her blade.