Entry Into Mind Leave Anytime You Want
Don't go after me. Don't come after me. I know I say everything in self defeat. Don't come after me because I'm cruel or selfish to myself. Don't come after me. Don't come after me. Who is there to hurt you when all you have is yourself? You hurt you. You hurt you. You hurt inside. Don't bully yourself/ Bully yourself. No one else is there to save you. Don't dare come after me. Don't chase me. I'm miserable. It's my fault. All of it. All of it. I did it. I defeated myself. I did it. I hurt myself. All my thoughts. Don't look into them. Don't follow them. Don't bully me because all I do is bully myself. Don't follow my miserable world.
Show it. Hide it. The secret of your heart. Reveal it. Conceal it. The hidden box of the lonely girl. A darkness she was consumed, left out crying to the demons that gave birth to her beautiful heart. She cried. They cried. We were one and the same. A misunderstood being. Lost and scared in this deep world.
Dear everyone. I am a hopeless invisible presence. No one can truly see me. Nor do they feel my heart. I'm not reaching anyone across these skies.
I wait awhile for the answer that I seek. That one silence. A whispering grasp. Take me away, I say.
I haven't slept very good and I felt tired for the past few days. I've also felt like there is something going on behind my back sometimes but I try to ignore feelings like that.
Show it and hide it. Waking an everlasting nightmare. Echoes and screams of despair fill the tunnel so flowing within it's dense music. The lines blur. Where had I came and where had I gone? As those bustling by, I am left paused in a frame of time. Striken with it's invisible snapshot. The shutter. The shadow and I am no longer moving. We stop. Time stops. The heart remains ticking to a second that never arrives. Come with me they whisper. Come with me. The voices of a friendly demon. Welcoming it's sadness and it's guilt. We cry tears that never reach the surface. It fades into one, the distortion of time and space.
The title of this piece is "Disrepair"
A broken heart laid in the reflection. This is the truth. Hidden within. The torn soul mingles around as such it's doubt. It's insecurity locked inside this broken mirror. This heart that is soaked in a cold shiver, cannot be warmed by such a sun. "You are a failure." "Look what you've done." "Nobody likes you." "You should leave them." "You cannot trust them" "Look everybody, get rid of her." "Tear her down to the ground. She deserves this for what she's done." "She's a disgrace." Swirled around until it became dizzy. It never stops, no matter where she may run. There is no escape from this torment. The broken heart and it's closed soul. Open it. Close it. Do not move.
@DistortionHeart
This is based on my experiences last week. I drew it all.
Undetermined pathogen. the bugs fade away. Yes in the dusk remains eating away at you. YOU. Hide away the infection of thoughts. Hide it away. Hide it away. Do not reach out the hand towards a scattered mind. Circling around, what is behind? Slowly creeping at the front.
No one wants to see you. You blocked off. Stay on the other side. Stop it, that is hurtful... hide yourself.. stop that..
Don't let go of the goal. The sight blurred. The sight wavering. Don't let go of it. Don't let go. Don't let go. Tell yourself.
Show it. Hide it. The hazy head. I became lost in the crowd. The body is discarded but the head remains. Blurred lines and a green tint. It blurs the vision and the seperation of dimensions. I'm lost with a forgotten signal.