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If There Is No One There

26 November 2016 | Post A Comment

The eyes of my reflection staring back are no longer my own and the voices in my head sound less like mine. They are busy and shouting, deafening in their urgency. My breath comes in gusts and my heart threatens to break it’s cage. My skin burns with a thousand fire ants travelled from California with the sole intention of searing my flesh. I want to dig them out with my nails, it will feel like such a blissful release. 

I just want to be alone. Where I can give in to self destruction because it makes me feel better. 


I just want to be alone. Where my thoughts can hurt no one but myself.

If there is no one there to witness my suffering, would it really exist?


If there is no one there to hear me cry, am I really crying at all?

5 comments:

  1. I came across your blog a couple of weeks ago and I am so glad I did, your way of writing is honestly so beautiful and for me it's been really inspiring to read your posts that are so full of honesty, (sorry for commenting as practically a stranger but I just really wanted to let you know!):))

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  2. Very deep and thought provoking, beautiful x

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  3. I have no words for this, it's beautiful but heartbreaking to read.

    Lizzie Bee // mysticthorn.com

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  4. Don't apologise, thank you so much for your comment, it really means a lot xxx

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