Just another shadow flowing through the temples of her head she said you are not welcome here 

 

Slowing fading this picture is only a silhouette of what once was her 

 

Her eyes have cried her last tears so she stored the rest of her tsunamis within the bags under them

 

Her lips can still feel every kiss of wind cascading upon her 

 

Her hips wide with sharp movements like kitchen knives stored in the back of her mind 

 

It is 10:16PM and she can still hear every tick tick tick ticks into her skin it crawls like a crippled soul 

 

Burning red skies have made themselves at home outside of her window 

 

It is 12:04AM and that marks the last time she cried but she didn’t want anyone to hear it so she covered her mouth with hands that were no longer hers 

 

No strength or will to live in these hands , they are no more

 

Silent teardrops stained the face of the strong person she once called herself , they stain and it burns 

 

If only looks could kill …. the daggers branded in your eyes would’ve pierced through her skin and locked itself in like the heavy anchor tied around her back 

 

If only looks could kill, She would’ve died a thousand times .

 

This indigence of love and understanding in her mind , takes hold of her thoughts and wraps around her head tight  like a noose 

 

She looks in the mirror and she cannot breathe …

 

No this is not another “help me” poem 

 

But She’s made darkness my best friend like bc no one but the shadows should have to witness this pity party taking place in her safe haven 

 

It is 12:08AM and the door is still locked 

 

She does not wish to be comforted nor to escape she wishes to be. Sitting up straight in bed bc she whipped her own back and asked for forgiveness so she does not deserve to lay down . 

 

Do not ask her what the matter is 

 

Do not ask her if she needs to be helped 

 

She does not wish to be fixed 

 

She does not wish to be helped 

 

She wishes to be …. 

 

Leave her be ….

 

It is 12:15AM and The bottle holds a message which she rereads  every night 

 

Bottled emotions now feed the flames when released but her friend was no longer interested in hearing the tragedies of insanity evolving simultaneously in front of his eyes so he said put a cap on it. 

 

Vision blurry but the message in the bottle still clear as day so She keeps it with her every night, like a study guide 

 

 

Steel porcelain so strong yet so fragile

 

It’s 12:15 and She has swallowed her forgiveness.