(Source: lifethroughmyowneyes65)
I wish I had something, somewhere, and someone to hold on to whenever I’m almost at the point of breaking down.
The hits from an object. The blows from her punches. The sound of her voice when she speaks in a monotone of verbal harassment.
The results:
My face. My stressed ugly-looking face. Having no sleep since last night, I have no natural beauty as of right now. It’s ruined by teardrops dripping. Forehead bleeding. My nose running both blood and mucus. It’s as if I’ve cried from an episode while watching korean drama.. Just including getting yourself beaten up after you’ve done something completely wrong that’ll make someone want to slap the fuck out of you. My lips. My lips that have puffed up and bled with dried blood and salty teardrops as it slithers downwards into my breast. My arms and legs. They gave me protection from getting a scratch on my ugly face and now they’re weakened and can no longer move that much.
My mind, it’s fucked up. It doesn’t know what to do anymore. All it want is relaxation. To avoid headaches, over-thinking, and that throbbing sound on top of your skull after continuously amount of hits and blows at the same spot. And finally my heart. My chest starts to give that burning feeling as if you felt like you’re dying. My heart is hurt by the words she said and now it can’t rest. Scared that it won’t start beating again in the next morning.
I’m trapped and I don’t know what to do. Will someone please.. Come and save me?
Rebellious against for what she knew was right, but was shot down after not having that much of the power to fight back. She gave in. Her very own role model, kept on taunting her, threatening that she will be disown. But she wasn’t afraid because she knew everything started to fall apart after what she have done for the past few years. Then just an hour ago, another fight had happened. Misunderstandings, accusations lead into a war that she dared not to go in again. But mistakenly she did, once again, holding it in. Until she waits for the day, to take her own life. In order to finally gain her mother’s trust again..
Go on. Make me jealous. Tell me more about the girl you fell head over heels for and how she’s better than me at everything.
(Source: aquaticwonder)