I feel like I'm standing here on the other side of a mirror in the cold and dark, screaming for help, for acknowladgement, but no sound comes out; there is no sound at all. I stand here, hood up, crying out, throat raw, red in the face, finger nails digging into my palms till blood falls from my fists held at my side, screaming for the empathy I've never had from another. Crying till there are no tears left but still I don't stop. Where you might hear the sounds of a city, of a playground, of a carnival, of life: I stand still in the crowd and hear only a vacume. Not a wisper in response.
omutsukimi omutsukimi
22-25, M
1 Response Aug 19, 2014

Beautifully written :) I have also felt like this before. Can be tough,but is life. I hope everything becomes better for you.

Thank you. It usually is better than this.