Hey guys, its yet again another week for another post. This week’s theme is Setback Saturday. Why setback you ask?, well, I have a very lucrative explanation for that.
See, I’ve been on this road to recovery, healing from so many things, unspeakable things, but a couple of days ago I had a setback. Now, before I continue with my background story, I think it’s only fair that I tell you a little piece of information that will put everything into perspective. I suffer from a depressive habit of self inflicted pain. Hey, now now, dont judge me, we all have our unattractive demons that always get the better of us but I must admit, I do love cutting myself, it gives me power over the pain I can’t control.
Now, as I was saying, before my rude need to over explain things interrupted me, I had a setback, I had one of my worst anxiety attacks to date. So many people think I should try “healing” from the things that I’ve been through so now I’m on the road to recovery, to try and find this happiness thing, but for now, let me tell you about my setback.
Setback Saturday
I envy those who’ve never felt pain
Heart wrenching, soul scorching
Mind altering, faith scaring type of pain.
I envy those who carry peace
Those who can speak of knowing peace
The happiness of such sweet sweet release
Cause I,
I crave the hunt of lion on a buck
The Roar of a tiger deep in the darkness of thick rotted grass that fails to camouflage its prey and all it can do is pray.
I crave the sight of a car accident, the scene of broken bone, scent of splattered blood, the tears of a blackened widow.
I hope for a darker tomorrow
One of tantalizing terrors
Horrendous horrors in the summer hue
Hear my horrid cry, I’m begging for mercy, help my crippled soul.
I crave unshut cries from gunshot wounds
Continuous morns from lone survivor
I crave the shiver of the last breathe,
The lifeless stare
I crave the caress of stillness in death
From countless corpses
I crave the sorrow song,
The petal arrangement in a church building knowing that all the attendees dont really care.
I crave Montague poison
In the water supply of the city square
Paint the canvas of the fallen
A Picasso of dead innocent
I crave the torch of a hospital
See all the souls ascend in a blaze of victory
Least of all, I crave the quiet of the world
Otherwise, it would hear my thoughts.
_Noms❤_
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