A fictitious face.
A muscle ache,
with each smile.
Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.
It slowly slithers into life.
That evil little devil!
Consuming the soul with one huge bite. Taking us to unknown levels.
Hidden stomach knots.
So twisted I can be…so I’ve learned.
Oh, How I once was….so hot I burned.
Oh, how the tables turn.
How I envy thee.
Mother, Father, Sisters and Brothers.
Being his She,
Showing the world how your lovers.
A numbing venom for the love of “life”. Making it harder to fight it.
A funny thing, that life.
Some can’t handle it
And prefer to bite it.
It’s grip constricting and choking,
Consuming the soul more so than body.
I will keep it from showing,
Escaping to my world of being naughty.
Oh how I imagine a life that’s not mine.
Hoping one day it will manifest.
Telling everyone I’m just fine.
I “really” do love the sunshine!
Acting normal just like the rest.
How are you? I’m just fine!
At my best.
A fictitious face.
A muscle ache, with each smile.
Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.
-Lisa at California
Just wrote about how I tend to hide the extreme sadness that loneliness brings.
I’m not terrible looking. I once was considered a social butterfly and always had people around. Somewhere that changed. I know now that I have had close friends that have gone through the same experience. Never told a soul. I have no family. But I have my daughter. And I hope to fight it for her. And hope she isn’t affected in the future.
