It falls and coats your face,
Layers and layers like thick makeup,
Salty, bittersweet taste,
Not stinging, just a dull ache.
Starts slow, elegant, gentle,
Then comes out in shaky sobs.
Breath stops caring eventually,
It's all gasps and stutters.
Drowning in an abundance of air,
Screaming in resolute silence,
Trapped in yielding walls,
Crying when you should be happy.
Don't call my name softly,
Don't hold me gently,
Shake me til I wake up.
Slap me til it makes me stop.
Help me when I want to give up.
"And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid. So I am still and silent, because if I open my mouth, I may never stop screaming." Franz Kafka
AN: Well another happy one for you. I think mainly it's mostly for me just about crying but for no particular reason just crying because it's all too much and everything hurts.
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Drowning in oblivion
PuisiPoems on mental health. I'm going to use this book to write my poems and mostly I write about mental health problems. I'll write a description explaining what their on at the bottom so you don't have to try and work it out if you don't want to. I'm...
