The walk along the edge is perilous. I'm forced to move onward, forward, but as I place one foot in front of the other, I lose my bearing ever so slightly. I am a danger to myself. If I don't save myself from myself, I will be murdered. One day the balance will shift, wrong will look like right. I can't trust myself but no one knows that. I have betrayed myself and one day, I will take revenge for that. I am afraid of me.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
Bewildering
I still smile.
I still laugh.
I still joke.
I also still cry.
I also still hurt.
I also still crash.
Peppered throughout it all, I dream of killing myself.
Repeatedly, continuously, absolutely.
That's the beauty of my psyche.
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