The ground has given to the weight upon me. The weight that is me. So much wine flowing through my veins my very presents opens a fault line under my achey toes. I bear down, but the earth just crumbles to sand as I desperately try to keep my head from being buried beneath the rubble. The destruction and chaos that myself alone am responsible for. I am the driver of the vessel that barrels through the crowd of people, losing control, losing myself and taking everyone down in the process. I’m not a nice person. At least not if you are close to me. Or as close as you let me. If i love you, i will shut you out. I will pick fights with you because you have gotten to me. You have me at a point that I am no longer in control. You CAN hurt me. And you will. But the only one to blame is me. I’m shutting you out because you don’t understand me
Nobody does. I should be alone, but I can’t be alone. I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to freak out. I don’t want to be crazy.
But I am. I’m fucking nuts.
If I can’t find something, i scream, i cry, i punch walls, doors, if i could get by with it, I’d punch myself. I’m no picnic. I’m the eye of the hurricane. I’m the olive sky before a tornado. I’m the brilliant lights of lightning as it strikes your dwelling. I’m the girl that wants to be better; wants to do better, wants to be good enough and not like my head and heart are tangled and and ripping eachother apart. like my whole life is ending everytime there is a bump in the pavement, a crack in the sidewalk or a pebble in my shoe. Someone help me. pllease god…help me. I’m defective. I’m destructive, my pain is contagious. I leave all I touch writhing in agony. My tears are as acidic as the phrases that dance off the tip of my tongue. My pretty mouth will frame words that will paint everything as red as my lipstick. My hands are cold and tremble, and will freeze one to the core. Hearts freeze and shatter like mine did. I’m contagious.