i wish i could just be a monsteri am something less human thana monster.
What Have I Done?Each day I must resist The urge to tear myselfApart. Each day I haveTried so hard not to harmMyself, out of love for you.Part of me knows that whatI'm doing is for the best,Yet part of me thinks self-Harm is the best thing to do.How is it that I began to healWhen you loved me, and theDay you said that love was gone,My will went in reverse.
Mistakes.By the time you realized what you had done,it was far too late.You set the stone rolling before you knewit couldn't be stopped.And with the passing day, you sat there,knees pulled to your chest and sobbing,with the hair you never cease to rip out of your skull surrounding you,lamenting your choice.You can't turn back time.
footprints some days you are absent, and i sit waiting even if i know, that although your bike is parked at the usual spot, you'll be nowhere to be seen.i never ask where you've been.maybe you found a place where heartbeats soundlike autumn leaves swirling in the wind. maybe you just couldn't face me. and you wear silence like a wedding gown, soft silk sewn together with a brutal honesty. there is no going back.(she threw her regrets off a mountain, memoriescarving their way through the cold stone, slowly forminga waterfalland now she feels no thirst, onlya longing slowly drowning her.)in the end, you had to face me.we sat on a beach, your fingers drawing patterns in the sand,mine clutched around a seashell."we're only a bike ride away from extinction,"you said, "and you're too slow, alwayscaught in the invisible ink printed on my eyelids."i borrowed your silence,