Please bear with me
|There comes a moment then and there when,
Suddenly it's not blood that's been pumped out, but the bubbles that hold void, ruin, fear, hopelessness running over me till the split end tips of each strands of my hair, till the dead cells of my feet, till the ends of my eyebrows
Suddenly it's not the clothes that my chest is carrying, but a whole baggage of snithes and bruises stuffed one above other
Suddenly it's not hair that my elbows are painted with but thick thorns pricking me inside out, every inch
Suddenly it's not the feet that is holding me to the ground, but been roped to earth stamping the weeping me to the ground leaving stones piercing my skin.
And !! And I manage to survive next moment.. to fight everything over again..!! I dnt live anymore ! I survive.
I was blindfolded and so failed to notice that my cuts were cured with stringless needle. It's worsened now !!!!
No don't try to get what I mean. It's not something to be felt/lived with, by anyone !!
Feeling better now !! Thanks for listening (: