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The pressure: 06-04-04

The pressure of life makes it hard to breath. Feeling the pressure around my lungs constricting making it hard to breath. Even with the smallest problems. Hoping someone will come along to help me with my burden and give some advice, but everyone keeps walking past me leaving me to sufficate to death on the floor. As I lay there clutching my chest forcing myself to try and to get air back into my chest but with no success. My eyesight starts to dim and I start to claw at myself cutting deep gouges leaving skin beneath my fingernails just trying to breath. But with no success.

As my eyes fade to black I see no angels or light just darkness. Then I learn to embrace the darkness realizing I'm left alone.

Still people continue to walk by as my blood spills over the floor. People keep walking without glancing or looking back leaving me to sufficate and bleed to death.
Hypyro


The Scars: 06-04-04

The scares I wish you could see and what it has done to me. Always sitting in a corner talking to the shadows. Asking them what I have done. To be treated this way.

Every lie betrayal I have felt when I look away from the corner. Being lashed at for trying to see what is going on.

Peoples words of harshness is a whip to my back causeing searing pain as my skin splits open causing my blood to spill once again on to the floor.

After each day I go home remove my shirt and see scars that are not there. But feel the searing pain from wounds that are not there.

Seeing blood stains on my shirt that are not there. I look at my back see that my back is covered with scars that are not there. And I start it all over again sitting in the corner talking to shadows.

Hypyro