sarahphina

i feel like im trapped in a box. no way out. and every word that comes out of my mouth is part of the skript placed infront of me, each morning, while sipping my coffee..i could try to bust out the walls but my fingertips feel no board, jump out from the top, im sure its locked. shackled down to believe in only one thing, life goes on. out of all the twist and turns, the heataches the burns they say just move on. i have words in my head aching to come out playing little games. the anger builds up.

i lash out on people, innocent looking on. self mutilation, selfpity, i hate this. look in the mirror theres a puppet at play. grab the scissors then run away.