To The Moon & Back & Back Again

it’s one o’clock in the morning and i’m still alone in this world. i kinda wish i was dead, so i tally my emotions on my wrist instead. the physical pain sorta numbs the feelings and puts the demons at ease. yet my soul is still trapped inside screaming, “please.”

My heart can't decide if it wants to trickle & cry, or continue on with this lie. I really want to try, but I wish I could shrivel up & die. My heart is filled with a hot blazing rage, and I feel like I'm trapped in a cage. Is it time to tear out the page, or is this the path to our shining stage?