We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Monday, 19 December 2011

While He Sleeps

I whisper to the darkness
Encompassing me
Devouring me
Cheeks wet
from silent tears
Unseen
Unheard
he doesn't know
I hide from him
My fears
My pain
My worries
I don't want him to see
The real me
The me I hide
But when he sleeps
Out I come
For a moment
Inhale
Exhale
I breathe the saltiness of the tears
For just a moment
Then back into the darkness
Before he wakes
Before he sees
Before he knows
I hide the me
That bleeds
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Aimee said...

Deep breath. It will always be okay.

19 December 2011 at 02:48

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