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Underneath The Rubble

By , Sanford, FL
Help, please. I'm trapped underneath the weight of my own mess
I try to reach out and get your attention...
but when I open my mouth the lies fall out instead
perfect, silky smooth, like warm melted chocolate rolling off my tongue.

Useless
I feel like giving up, letting the lies pile on, cover me, drowned me.

But I feel the little girl inside me, kicking and screaming for mommy's help.
Longing for her magic, fix-it-all touch.
She screams, so maybe someone will hear her and realize she is dieing under the weight of the grief, shame, loneliness.

But sadly even when I scream mom doesn't hear, she doesn't notice the twinge of desperation in my eyes or the scars I wear on my sleeves.

So I'll lie here.
Underneath the rubble
Hoping tomorrow will be better, and maybe someone will come by then to save me from this mess I made.




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