Laughter
Every scar has a story, every tear has not yet fallen. If I was to go as far as to say im not broken, my voices would think im joking and fill my head with laughter. Maybe just for a second I can pretend that life doesn’t matter. In order for me to do that id have to be as mad as the hatter, but its still a matter of time before I completely lose my mind. Frozen, sunk and unable to breath these voices has a chain on me. No matter where I run, hide or turn with every move my wrist bleed and the more I do the deeper it gets. Im sawing off my own arm trying to hold on. They want me to let go so they can take my soul but I have to remain strong, by holding on.
