What Happens When I Can’t Handle It

I know I should be able to take it with a grain of salt but I can’t. It eats me alive when it is like this because it shows things that I don’t want to see. They have no idea what they do to me. There is no answer to this. I should have stayed in my quiet reclusive state without any contact.

This is one of those days that I have gotten nothing done and can feel the glass writhing under my skin trying to break free. The shards just cut and slice deeper and I can’t do anything to stop it and I am not sure I would if I could. Sometimes pain is better than anything else at least it lets me know that I am alive. Unfortunately I should have stayed in my quiet corner and in my quiet home deep underground with the glass surrounding me. At least I know it I know what it does and why it does it.

Tonight I am so very disappointed. But then again I should know what to expect from people by now.

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About Killingdanse

I am the girl that was pretty but too smart. I am the girl that you sat and discussed horror movies, sci-fi novels, and molecular genetics with but were scared of because sometimes you saw the darkness peak out from inside me.
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5 Responses to What Happens When I Can’t Handle It

  1. Eric Alagan says:

    “…the glass writhing under my skin trying to break free…”

    You come up with some unique thoughts and phrases.

    I am followng your blog, Eric 🙂

    • Killingdanse says:

      Thank you, I appreciate it. It is just the way that my mind works to describe things so others can understand them. I enjoy and follow your blog as well. You are very good.
      KD

  2. I tend to suffer the most when I’m trying to avoid pain.

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