Read my mind, I dare you.
Try to read my mind, I dare you. I promise you, you will cry. Because it´s not a pretty melody, more like nails on a chalkboard. Its paths are always changing, it used to be full of hate, confusion, anxiety, depression. Now mostly all I see is emptyness, grey-crumbeling pain. So empty that it hurts. I can´t find the spell to make mind to heal, beacause it´s always a little broken, never totally heal.
Try and read my mind, I dare you. I can almost promise you that you will stop right before the door to my thoughts and you will slowly turn around and run, because it will take to much effort to even open the door. It´s to heavy. It´s are made from all my tears that never left my eyes, my tears were builden up for years, til they became the doors to my mind. Protecting my deepest, darkest, most painful thoughts. I hid them, because even I didn't understand them, they just made more confused and in pain. My thoughts were to many, my mind was to full, to much so it almost suffocated me. Most of the time It literally felt like a couldn't breath.
”Just” because of things I (maybe) just had made up in my head.
I´m not gonna dare you to read my mind, beacuse I´m scared. Please don´t try to solve my puzzle, I haven´t even gotten to the second piece
It´s hard to feel, it´s hard to show. Glad in winter even tho my heart is cold as ice. I want to die in summer even tho all the flowers has blossoms and the warm breath melts the ice away. Even tho the ice goes away the pain stays and it´s haunting me, like the most devilish of demons.