5 Days

We haven't spoken since Thursday For what reason I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I'm deeply hurt, And I'm falling apart. If I was already broken, by now I must be a fine dust. Oh lord, what is this nonsense? Why do we put ourselves through such torture, Why do we feel the need to separate ourselves from those things that make us bleed? I can choose between bleeding, and not breathing, I'm drowning, now, drowning in the love I feel from him. And whether he knows or not, I do. I know that I love him. While he may not mine the person I fell in love with two years ago, He is still the person who holds my soul. Jesus Lord, it's been too long. I miss him. I miss him like one would miss their own existence. Though its weak and disgusting, I don't feel myself without him. He's become a part of me, And I feel utterly lost without him.

Honesty is the Stuff of Nightmares

She opened up, Peeled off her very skin and She showed me what was underneath. Her pain, it's deep. It floods her body through the blood. It is etched into her very bones. I want to say I we have those same etchings, But really they're just the echoes. Echoes of a pain I've half experienced. She showed herself to me. She removed the pretty mask she wears And she showed me the ugly truth. I'm disgusted, I'm unbearably sad, And I wish I could tell her I understand. But the etching on my bones, They're just a whisper of her pain. They're just the signature of an ugly nightmare. A nightmare I only half remember, And a nightmare that haunts her every single day.

Nightmare

I just had the most horrifying dream. I was at school, and. Went to print out my paper and all pictures on the page came out black while all the letters were in blood. Then I was walking around the halls, and a few of my friends came up to me and were like staring right through me. Then they focused on me, looking worried. I started talking to them, but what was coming out of my mouth wasn't what I was trying to say. One of them was like, "shes asleep you guys". And my eyes suddenly focused and I said, "what?" And then they unfocused again. They all looked at me and were asking me when the last time I slept was, and I just started laughing hysterically. Then I focused and told them that no, I was fine. Then we all turned into little kids, like 6 or 7. We were all drenched in blood. My best friend turned and looked at me and said, "but how can you tell? What if what you think is a dream is actually reality?" They all started to laugh and started to cut themselves.
It was so horrible.