Draped in colorful cloth,
Melody's gracing the air,
Drifting through my mind,
Crisp air chilling me to my bone.
No one is here to see my pain anymore.
No one is here to view my sorrow.
Pieces of my mind blanketed is shadow,
Creatures laughing underneath the surface,
Just out of grasp.
I hear phantom echoes in the canals of my mind,
Bursts of stomach wrenching urges,
Twisting the blade further into my skin.
A bubble popping in the water,
Colors swirling outward,
My vision full of reds and blacks...
My heartbeat is quick in my chest,
The mountain of grime surrounding me,
The sound of their voices grating in my mind.
I have a migraine.
Why can't I stop?
YOU ARE READING
The More I Try to Forget, the More That I Remember
PoetryPoetry for the Soul. All pictures are taken and edited by me, unless otherwise credited. All writings are my own works, and if used, must be properly credited.
