at wits end - [July 8th, 2020]

it looks at me and begs for help, the whispers and the tear stains on their face making it feel even more real. it begs to be let out, the silent cry in the night - filled with stress and sadness. It pulls at me and breaks me in the process of demanding to be let out

the sad soul of mine begging for help - crying for forgiveness and yelling its 'sorry's' and its 'i never meant to hurt you's' into the open air. its vocal cords broken and scarred, It rips every item of mine from my hands - breaking them in its fit of rage and sadness.

It asks me to just open my mouth for it to speak - I whisper out a 'no'. it begs me to tell the world, it begs me to vent till i cant type anymore, it demands me to leave that place - to create a new place for myself - a safe haven so to say.

And I Listen