SecertARTist

I'm trying to escape, trying to get away, trying to ignore what they do, forget about what they say. No move I ever make, can ever be one right, every simple thing I say, always starts a fight. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, the way I'm supposed to be, the thing is your slowly killing me, why can't you see? I'd really like to run away, where someone would understand, to someone who could see my pain, and gently take my hand.

silent. silent screams. silent whispers. silent sobs. silent tears. silent cries. silent secrets. silent depression. silent heartbreak. silent hate. silent evil. deadly.

Insecurities. Screaming at me, haunting me, clawing at every inch of my body. That little voice inside my head sounding strangely like my own, tearing me down, apart, from the inside. Each hate-filled blow, hits harder than the last. Each self-inflicted cut, each burn, hidden in shame, nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others, visible only in that lonely mirror reflection. Puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, little dotted lines drawn over every flawed bit of me. Not pretty enough, talented enough, smart enough, good enough. There is not a perfect inch within my being. Why can't I be beautiful?

If I hugged you, would you never let go? If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment? If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently? If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours? If I needed to talk, would you really listen? If I needed to scream, would you do it with me? If I needed to go, would you come with me? If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?