Bang! Bang! Bang!
She bangs on the walls.
Kicks and screams.
Wanting to be released.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
In and out.
Don't let her out.
Remember the last time?
Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
Wash her away.
Down to the coffin.
6 feet under.
Pretend. Pretend. Pretend.
Ignore her persistence.
Pretend she's not there.
What we can't feel can't hurt us.
She'll be the death of me.
One day the kicks, screams, bangs will win.
One day my real feelings will open in a fit of rage and sadness and ruin me and everything I have.
Until then, I'll keep her 6 feet under.
Buried under a mass of fake emotions.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
