The Image

By Nixx

the good they see took years to build

when the fire has found a home in me
and acceptance puts a blanket over my eyes

placing eggshells around me
I can still hear their whispers [in my head]

what really is the point of living life for the perfect image?
do I live to make other people happy?

I'm still free in every way
but I still feel like running..

crying, breaking, falling, drowning
waiting for my sea level to go down

waiting for my decision
all or nothing. jump


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Copyright 2016 Nixx
Published on Tuesday, August 30, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I finally lost enough control to cry today, to fall to pieces. I just want to die. to not feel this.
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  • A former member wrote: I'm scared to ask what your decision was. Very deep

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