Venting.
We hear it all the time
Especially when stressed
And can come with the flip of a dime
But you can't
Can you?
You cant when you've frozen
Crying with all left to do
You can scream till you're hoarse
Pound your fists into the wall
Collapse on the floor
And ignore every call
You can fill yourself to the brim
With false emotions
Of a wild book
Tears to a sleeping potion
Write your heart out
Until your hand hurts
But will those words truly understand?
Will they only make it worse?
Go ahead
Vent until you've run out of excuses
Ramble on and on
The grip on your throat won't loosen
Try with all your might
Little one but watch
As the red becomes darker
And all becomes lost
Watch what you say
Watch the mind bending
For you will fail
When it comes to venting
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are simply poems or thoughts I have. I have no idea why you'd want to read this, but if you do, don't if anything in here can cause a relapse or trigger. Most are depressing and some very short. Beware if you decide to read.
