Entry 23

I am sorry, self. It has been so long.
Poetry at least, right? Wrong.
I should have been journaling all of this time
as opposed to getting wrapped and warped in this pathetic excuse for a life.
I am such a disaster.
It is as though I have lost everything.
Physically, nay.
Emotionally, nay.
They are somewhere in me,
I feel them clawing at my insides.
How wretched.
I have lost my senses.
All will is gone.
My motives are skewed. Yet, I fear they always have been.
Alas, they have.
I want to be alone.
I want to hide away.
Somewhere where there are no reflections.
I want silence.
Silence so pure and infinite that I can’t even question if I ever knew what sound was.
I have no worth.
A good word.
A bad word.
It’s this world.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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