Stay in the closet and hide,
Let them pour in silence, in continuous glide.
Dont let them hear your screams
This place is familiar, it had been a series of dreams.
Its the silhouette of toxicity
Invading the insides of my sanity
Had I ever known it would go this far
I wouldnt be counting waters in a jar.
I hear their tired voices
Theyre screaming for self-love crisis!
I hear no sound but despair
I see no colors but memoir.
I feel sorry for them, as they have to pass through my face before they fall
I wanted them to run off, slide in haste, thats all.
It must be rigid and rough.
And rocky, and ugly, and we'll never be enough.
They yell for comfort, a listener's hug.
I covered them, washed them off, and shrug
Its now or never, it should never stay.
It sounds demotivating, whatever it is, its cliché
It sounds usual that the silence get used to it.
They hear no leak of sobs, not as I do a bit.
Cease the song with shuffled lyrics.
Its all in my head, overthinking is the matrix.
-zili
YOU ARE READING
The Fall Back
PoetryThis book encrypts all of my poems randomly. I dont right any specific themes, I wrote them all out of sadness, grief, happiness, and maybe some getaway car experiences. Also, the photos are originally captured by me. Hope y'all can relate <3
