• sabotageturtle 6w

    When I am alone
    Sometimes I cry.
    Sometimes I scream
    A silent scream:
    Empty the air from my lungs and
    Let words unsaid tumble soundlessly
    Over rugged cracked lips.
    My lips.
    A feature I don't recognize fashioned
    On a face that is equally foreign and strange.
    A face I dare not give to a reflection.
    A face I am afraid now to see.
    A face that belongs to the person I've become
    Not the person I strived to be.
    When all others are gone,
    I cry not in the face of loneliness
    But for the tragedy I refuse to see.
    The person I've become,
    The ruins of what I wanted to be.