The words from my favourite band, it's 'loud without noise', hit harder than the hand across my face.
I run to my room just to get some space.
The words run round my head like a race
till my heart pace spikes.
It's all up in the air again like the kites I flew when the wind blew.
The worlds closing in on me again.
The anger, tears, built up rage and the suppression spill from eyes.
Tears glistening down my face as all my fears creep up my spine, like a thousand hands are dragging me down, stifling all the sounds from my frown as my emotions head down south.
I'm left again. Like an empty shell of a human as my mind goes through hell. She says what's with all this drama, but forgets about all the trauma a mother shouldn't put a child through.
They say it's all just mild and everyone goes through it, but I really can't fight through it.
I can't walk this Earth with the demons that crawl in the space of my mind anymore. Left to deal with the aftermath of another humans demons, strangling the minds of the children they carried in their womb.
I just want it all to end. Soon. Soon.
That's what they say anyway. It will all end. Soon. Soon.
Here's some crappy poetry I wrote ✌️
