My Wild Line

My Wild Line

She’s so cruel, the voice in my head

Pushing my spirits down

Telling tales of being better off dead

Until I feel like I’m going to drown

If everything she said was true

Then all my friends would hate me

I’d be black and blue

And every person would see

The supposed demon I am inside

I’d be unloved and alone

So I try to close my eyes

Reaching for my phone

Who do I call when I’m like this

They don’t want to hear this shit

Of all people, it’s you they wouldn’t miss

I can talk myself through it

Oh, my friends, it’s truly not you

You see, I have no trust

It won’t help, nothing you say or do

I’m a tin can made of rust

And trust is a luxury I don’t have time for

I lost it in the abyss

As my heart stretched and tore

Along with a lover’s kiss

So you see

I don’t want you to feel bad

It’s not you, it’s me

I’ve always been pretty sad

And I’ll be just fine

With my dagger in hand

Walking this wild line

Leaving a pathway in the sand

On a journey to who knows where

Follow me there;

If you dare.

~ Bluebell Rizzi


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      1. Thank you as well! You went through a huge part of my archive and read so many of my stories! I’m really touched, and I’m happy you liked them. Thank you for taking the time to read; it means a lot 😊😊😁
        I’ll be sure to take a closer look at your work as well; I find it very intriguing!

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