Shut Up
Shut Up.
Why?
Why should I shut up?
Why can't you listen to me?
Let me scream.
I promise, I'll only take a minute of your time.
Just please, I want to scream.
I want to break something.
Because I can't mend my heart.
Every night its the same thing.
I'm happy, your happy,
next thing you know,
you're shouting
I'm screaming,
My heart is screeching.
My mind however is silent.
Because I have so much to say,
yet so little to share.
I am done with this constant battle.
Morning stress, afternoon love, night time madness.
Repeat.
And I know, dear brother, you can hear me cry in my room.
Though our rooms are connected by a wall, that same wall separates us.
You choose to ignore my cries,
and I try to hide them.
But its hard to breath underwater.
My mouth is struggling to cover the pathetic, choking, animalistic sounds flowing from my heart,
a heart that is shaking to keep them under control.
But you can only control a beast
if you have experience.
Maybe as one,
maybe against one.
A battle can't be fought with one person,
but sometimes,
it's between
me, myself, and I.
For I cannot be left alone with my thoughts,
as they are the most sharpest of knives
and heaviest of stones.
If only you didn't ignore me
on the other side of our wall of thorns.
March 3, 2015 11:11 pm
[~S~]
Word of advice:
If you are typing a poem really fast while crying, the first thing that will probably come to your mind is a movie you watched recently or during tha day, so watch out.
Maleficent caused the "wall of thorns" to pop out.
Also the time says 11:11 pm, so cool right? Well this will probably be published by 11:13, two minutes from now, but I finished the poem and posted the picture at 11:11 pm so yeah lets go with that.
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