Monday, 26 October 2015

The Lost Diary #7 | Internal

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.


I'm sorry.

These words are hard to find—hard to speak. I'm sorry you have to see me like this, so raw and so weak. 

I wish I was different, I wish I were strong. Haunted by my corrupted and anxious thoughts, I wish to belong.

No love, no life; possible relief as I look at the knife. 

There are no words, only one never-ending thought. So many possibilities and fears, all to be fought. 

Why am I so afraid and why do I feel so alone? Their damaging words haunt me, cutting deeper to the bone.

Eternal pain is forever; internal pain is hard to sever. 

I'm at a loss and don't know what to do. Their faces, their voices, their shoulder, no one to turn to. 

Are you here now?

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