C Divinity
Bluelighter
I'd like to purge myself of these feelings deep inside. I want to expel this self loathing and pain as if a bulemic would vomit her meal. The empty hole in the pit of my stomach has grown, an emptiness creeping over my entire body. I am hollow veins and a chest cavity with a heart that has grown stone cold, limbs that hang dull and lifeless off a frailing torso, lips drained of all color, blue eyes turned murky, absent of the sparkle they once possessed. I am cold skin and weak bones, the bronzed cinnamon color of my face rapidly fading to a chalky white porcelain color. I feel like a grape in the sun, shriviling, hardening, loosing its beauty and form. I ache through every bone in my body, this mental anguish transpired into physical pain, shooting through my spine and down through my extremities. The gentle sound of my heartbeat has turned to an unwelcome hinderance as I lie awake in bed. Facing a life alone, facing a life absent of love and beauty, hopes and dreams..crushed in one simple act of God. He rose his mighty hand and struck me down, and as I faught with every ounce of my being to stand again he struck me harder than ever before. I am a tourtured soul, bad decisions and numerous lies have all caught up to me. What has happened to my inspiration? It now comes in powdered filled baggies, it comes in pill form, it can be smoked, snorted, injected...What do you do when nothing brings you joy? What do you do when drugs are your only friend? I beg to be filled again..filled with goodness and love, with innocence and peace. Make me naive again, take away the memories of the high..make me whole, end the torturing of my soul...
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You gotta be a bad girl in this world to be heard...
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You gotta be a bad girl in this world to be heard...
