Has the person committed suicide or is this highlighting how everyone has a hidden story? |
I like strangers They welcome me with empty arms, I enter The arms that swiftly deceived my heart I enter Ice cold hands that softly touch my fragile skin I shatter, I tear, I break , I rip apart I gaze down and see my body, a body so disfigured I questions if it's even mine. Her arms drag me into a void Arms that looked empty now feel so full Full with things I don't understand Her hands get warmer but my skin gets colder I run, escape We return I shake her hand that has never felt colder I walk on. I like strangers They smile at me with eyes that are filled with tears The eyes I glare into and see darkness, pain I smile My vision is blurred, water streaming down my pale cheeks I look into her eyes, I can't reach her, she's far away I see her smile and walk on. I like strangers They talk to me with words they don't believe in I listen Their words fool me and I believe I believe she's happy, I believe she's undefeated I read her story but I spend my nights sleepless My mind becomes consumed with torturous thoughts She talks to me with words she doesn't believe in I believe her and walk on. This stranger that I once felt comfort in has gone I look for her everyday, screaming her name I miss her arms that always felt like home I long for her smile that filled my heart with endless joy I miss her words that eased the pain within me I am lost without her. I begin to realise that this stranger won't return This stranger that made me believe in all things good I look down tears streaming down my pale cheeks I touch my skin that has never felt colder I gaze down and I see a body, a body so disfigured I question if it's even mine. |