Their shouts
Echo
Their words
Slice
Their presence
suffocates
My eyes
Pour
My throat
Closes
My heart
Screams
Make it stop. Hands tremble. Panic surges. Make it stop. Make it stop. Sound. Block. Sound.
...
Its words
Chaotic
Its beat
Wild
It helps to
Ease
Their words
Disappear
They're
mimes.
I lay in
Unrest
I lay in
Misery
A day so so sweet
Went to a day so sour
They never
Listen
They don't want to
listen
It
Listens.
As I listen
To it
This beat is
Slow
My eyes
Dry
My throat
Relaxes
My heart
Calms
Numb but
Safe
Was it worth it?
YOU ARE READING
Yes, I'm depressed
PoetryShort sentences for broken souls Its also just a source of ranting for me for when I'm really in my feels. If you relate, I'm sorry and I wish there was a way to remove the pain
