Shock.
The sun is unwelcoming and unwanted.
Tears no longer cried.
With short quick breaths I attempt to blend in.
A mere child with immaturity running through my veins.
This world is a bed of nails with me left unprotected.
It first penetrates my modest skin, time passes and it goes unnoticed.
I close my eyes, feel the promises broken inside of me.
The lies tighten in my chest.
I’m not here anymore. Not me. No one.
My wounds are open.
I’m running to nowhere in search of everything.
I stop.
My glazed eyes look up to find a promising place.
I look inside the window only to see someone I used to know quite well.
We’re becoming more alike every day.