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--Apologia. I regret being born, I do. I think myself a sin. On my birthday, October 4th, I cry and rock back and forth wailing loudly like a child. I pause and bite my lips in fervor. I hug my knees, digging my nails into the caps of them. I hate my birthday, I do. Its a reminder that Im here. When Im not supposed to be. The week of Im happy, I spend and spend, just enough so that I dont exert my maximum. I dont look in the mirror, I cry. I dont check my phone, I cry. I dont buy anything, I cry. I dont open my near-barren wallet, I cry. I dont acknowledge the birthday wishes on Facebook, I cry. I cry until Im rid of water, dry. I cry until crusts ever so impeccable, dingy, layer themselves upon my cheeks. I cry until Im sick, I do. This isnt an attempt to gage help or be saved, or for you to feel sorry for me. I do not seek empathy. This is me in the most raw form of honesty.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 16:33:10 +0000

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