• myinnermadness 21w

    I hate how sad I make me
    Each tear, as if a metaphorical acidic drop
    Scorching a trail of fallen hope
    Drip drop dreams and dying sheep
    They sizzle and burn as they fall to my chest
    Creating a puddle to my insides
    A path beyond the flesh
    Like a thousand pins
    Too tiny for sight
    Piercing and poking
    Extinguishing light
    My heart! Exposed...
    Withered and pained
    Directs these emotions
    Back to my brain
    A constant fight, an epic battle
    A day in the life of..
    What does it matter?