Filled Up Spaces
Thoughts like waves crashing together. Dreams that screams underneath my skin. Voices that bulldoze every once of faith i have
within.
Roots deepen with the tighten of a grip. Hands bleeding from all the hurt I've did. I thought i could be better, tried my best to fix. But my mind won't allow some things to die and the gun is always pointed
at my head.
Pain is a living thing that feeds on a soul. See i let pain in but pain doesn't know how cold. It fills up spaces to seek warmth in my cracks. It hides in many faces so i can't recognize where it's at.
Filled up spaces, like closets and.
draws.
Writting in wrong places, only seeing sumg faces, inflamed aching and nothing bitter than a glass heart breaking. Filled up spaces.
Demons laugh, the world crash and burn around me. I smile happy and bliss in my horribly sweet insanity.
These walls are bare when i know there's something when you tare
back the paper.
I repainted again, the things that.
keeps me anchored.
-MisFit
