i screamed until i lost my voice
and no one heard me.
i banged on the doors and walls
until my knuckles broke and bled,
and everyone ignored me.
i flooded the ground with my tears
and no one slipped or drowned,
even the ones with oceans as their fears
everyone is walking just fine
of course, it's not my intention to hurt
anyone
to deafen their ears with my screams
to bruise the doors with my fists
or to violently paint the walls
with my blood
i never meant for anyone to slip or drown.
for those that haven't aimed their darts at me,
you ignore me while i bleed
and that adds another never ending sting
and yes, i'm not your responsibility
so while i'm buried in my ocean of tears
and streaks of blood,
more crimson than freshly fermented wine,
ooze out of me,
you can walk over me
pretending not to see me
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
