Help me be honest
because I am afraid.
The fear runs deep within me,
slithering through my veins,
and tightening around my throat like a noose.
Within me, I hold such darkness,
such pain,
such terror.
Within me, I hold too many secrets,
too many lies,
too many facades
that could destroy me.
I am afraid
to let them out.
Not because of your judgments,
or your opinions.
Not because I will strip myself raw,
exposed for all the world to see.
I am not afraid of you.
I am afraid of me.
Who might I become when I set these secrets free?
What might I turn into when I open up the darkness inside of me?
Writing it down
makes it real,
and the last thing I want
is for it all to be real.
I spin in circles in my mind,
crying, clutching my chest because oh my god, that happened to me,
staring blankly at the ceiling and not recognizing myself in the mirror because right now nothing is real,
gasping for air and pulling at my hair because I’m hurting so damn much,
plastering smiles on my face and faking I love you’s because suddenly I feel nothing at all.
I twirl till I’m sick to my stomach
and dizzy in the head.
The never-ending cycle
holding me hostage,
and the only thing I want
is for that cycle to end.
I have to let the darkness out.
I have to set it free.
I have to let it change me.
Because who I am right now,
she isn’t real.
She’s a construction of my mind,
a girl built on lies and fantasies.
The real me,
hasn’t even been born yet,
a combination of all the old me’s and the me’s I’ve yet to become,
the girl who didn’t conquer her darkness,
but pulled it to her chest like a lost child.
That girl
is waiting for me
patiently
in the outstretched arms of the future.
And in order to finally meet her
I have to release the darkness within me.
So help me be honest.
Help me let go.
About the Creator
L. J. Knight
I'm the girl who writes poetry in coffee shops, who walks the halls with a book under her nose, lost in her thoughts. I'm the girl with the quiet voice and the smart eyes, the one who dreams for the moon and hopes to land among stars.
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