My Screams

“My words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers when the mind and the heart come together to fix the pain in my soul. I bleed on the paper. I die. And then my breath survives another day.”
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Put me out of this misery.
Turn that knife inside my heart and kill me.

Kill me.
Kill me and burn my existence.

My soul screams and withers.
My body is soaked with tears.
And my heart wails.

I want my wings back.

I will knock at your door.
And then you can judge me.
Just like everyone else did.

You either take pity of my miseries and grant me heaven.
Give me back my wings.

You either count my sins and throw me down in hell.
Let those demons torture me.

I will stand at your gate.
I will knock and knock.
I will knock till you ears bleed.

You act deaf when I cry your name for help.
I will keep knocking till your ears bleed and you tear me apart.

My soul screams and withers.
My body is soaked with tears.
And my heart wails.

I want my wings back!

Put me out of this misery.
Turn that knife inside my heart and kill me.

Kill me.
Kill me and burn my existence.

Because I can’t take it anymore.

“I will fade into the ice cold mist of stardust.
I will make my own wings.
I will float around in this never ending universe freely.
I will bring light. I will shine bright.”

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Are you are just a myth?
Is there no heaven or hell?

I will just run this knife on my wrist.
I will paint myself red.

Dead.

XOXO


© Fiona Crystal July 11, 2016 | 12:56 AM
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