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Such a beautiful fucking disaster.
You feel the warm, wet flood welling up inside your eye socket. And you swallow, careful not too choke on that massive lump inside your throat.
You’re angry. A volcano. But you are more disappointed. In yourself, in the Universe, cos right at that very moment… You can feel your entire life, stability, those shaking foundations on which you built your world slipping right through your fingers.
And it hurts your soul, wounds your courage, undermimes your pride. What do you do? What else is left to do? It feels as though your only option is giving up. It’s not like you haven’t watched your life crumble once already in the past year but you know, that you’ve lost everything. And you don’t want to be strong anymore!
You can not be strong anymore. You’re just a lost, little girl who needs some fucking help. “You never know how strong you are, until being strong is all that you have..”
So many of your friends tell you how amazing you are, how beautiful, how strong. Some have even questioned as to how you could just do what you do. Dance. Fight. Smile for the fucking camera. But do they really know what goes on behind closed doors? Do they know your fears? Do they listen to your distress? You are such a beautiful fucking disaster. An utter fucking tragedy. And you know, within yourself, that you’re weak. So damn fucking weak.
You’re angry. A volcano. But you are more disappointed. In yourself, in the Universe, cos right at that very moment… You can feel your entire life, stability, those shaking foundations on which you built your world slipping right through your fingers.
And it hurts your soul, wounds your courage, undermimes your pride. What do you do? What else is left to do? It feels as though your only option is giving up. It’s not like you haven’t watched your life crumble once already in the past year but you know, that you’ve lost everything. And you don’t want to be strong anymore!
You can not be strong anymore. You’re just a lost, little girl who needs some fucking help. “You never know how strong you are, until being strong is all that you have..”
So many of your friends tell you how amazing you are, how beautiful, how strong. Some have even questioned as to how you could just do what you do. Dance. Fight. Smile for the fucking camera. But do they really know what goes on behind closed doors? Do they know your fears? Do they listen to your distress? You are such a beautiful fucking disaster. An utter fucking tragedy. And you know, within yourself, that you’re weak. So damn fucking weak.
Published 10th Mar 2013
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10th Mar 2013 6:50pm
Very raw and powerful, love the last four lines.
An eye opening, self reflection, great work.
An eye opening, self reflection, great work.
