Isn't it weird knowing that, you can notice the demons of others, the beast that hangs around you, in fact, even at school, I see people’s own beast’s as I brush past the students and teachers as it hangs on their shoulders, or pulls them by their hair, grasping it so tight, they can’t break free.
I notice the ugly beast of depression wearing my friend’s faces thin, the subtle beast of anxiety steer them away from me, the small beast of anger beating on their heads as the beast forces them to speak these lies, but, everyone's beast is unique.
There’s a scarf around my tired neck.
I would rush through the halls, pass another faceless student and another, bleak souls, mirrored smiles and laughs tear at them. It still smells like summer. People’s …show more content…
But, it repeated, with someone else and then again and again, I had my heart, broken when my feelings weren’t returned. And every time, the pain grew so much worse, it tightened and covered my ears and make me deaf to everyone’s concerns.
I loved the players, where most loved the game
Eventually the consuming feeling of loneliness made me disappear under the layers of my scarf as my own beast grew.
Everyday, it was suffocating me, the scarf that only tightened and grew as the moments went on. It hurt so much. I couldn’t take it off, as long as I was alone and terror-stricken, it tightened.
I put on a false mask and soon I was a blank slate again. Then one of my best friends left me and I felt so blind without her. My black scarf tightened more and more, I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t breathe.
The black scarf blinded me. They all laughed at me, they haunted my dreams, they filled my head with meaningless words as I crawled, barely on my knees, my lungs wanting to give out for those brief days when everything was hurting me. They hated me.
I was drowning in thin
I notice the ugly beast of depression wearing my friend’s faces thin, the subtle beast of anxiety steer them away from me, the small beast of anger beating on their heads as the beast forces them to speak these lies, but, everyone's beast is unique.
There’s a scarf around my tired neck.
I would rush through the halls, pass another faceless student and another, bleak souls, mirrored smiles and laughs tear at them. It still smells like summer. People’s …show more content…
But, it repeated, with someone else and then again and again, I had my heart, broken when my feelings weren’t returned. And every time, the pain grew so much worse, it tightened and covered my ears and make me deaf to everyone’s concerns.
I loved the players, where most loved the game
Eventually the consuming feeling of loneliness made me disappear under the layers of my scarf as my own beast grew.
Everyday, it was suffocating me, the scarf that only tightened and grew as the moments went on. It hurt so much. I couldn’t take it off, as long as I was alone and terror-stricken, it tightened.
I put on a false mask and soon I was a blank slate again. Then one of my best friends left me and I felt so blind without her. My black scarf tightened more and more, I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t breathe.
The black scarf blinded me. They all laughed at me, they haunted my dreams, they filled my head with meaningless words as I crawled, barely on my knees, my lungs wanting to give out for those brief days when everything was hurting me. They hated me.
I was drowning in thin