~~~ Uncontrollable Flow ~~~ Sittin in da dark cold an alone. Pain flows out my eyes as im imprisoned by so much grief. Drowin in insanity complex by all dis i hear. I need to listen to my words as they from my fingers dancin on da paper makin me stronger as then keep comin. Makin othas round question my mental competent. My voice is so loud its silent, ova da noise but its crazy havent spoken mouth is sewin shut. Crawlin thur broken glass tryin to be nt be seen but heard by my words. My lyfe is nt mine when when ink comes out an breaks da shackles of everythang from depression to heartache to lonelyness an disappoinment. Thur my lyfe of bein scaried an full of rage ive learned scared an fear dnt go 2gether. I now choose to stand on shakey ground til i find it stable. I cant even feel da inside of my beatin broken heart. Til then my words will leak out me an build me up puttin me in my own zone an makin me see thangs for wat they are an who i am. My tragedy was suppose to self destruct me but now i look round an im betta than i was a while bak. My smile left me long ago made again it will be bak on my face an nt a fake look to show myself a happy non reflection of who i want othas to see in me. Hangin by my own firey chain of dispair, full of hate buried so deep inside me now, wit no trust in no1 or myself da only thang i can turn to is my ink, wit only my words to hold me an bring me an save me all in one. Lost in my self shut off dis lame side an see wat i need to be lookin at. Sittin here in candle lite surrounded by my ink no longer by my pain an sorrow. © Marcia Martin
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 00:52:41 +0000
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