Listen,
In the midst of this chaotic land, Amid the haze of this distracting world and despite my facade of joy,
will you be there to listen, even when I'm quiet?
Listen closely
To my crumbling foundation, those gnarled marks itched into the very fabric of my wrists and the hushed bruises on my detached soul, even if they're hidden, even when they're voiceless.
Listen, please
To the deafening silence of my heart, the Screeching of my spirit in agony and the roar of my racing thoughts through the maze inside my skull, even if they're disturbing, can you listen?
Listen,
As I did, when You emptied your heart, poured your sorrows in me, the shrills of your anguish, even when you were inaudible, all of your silent whimpers.
Listen,
Do not speak,
Do not pity,
Do not pretend,
Just listen.
Like I did, can you do the same for me?
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of my soul
PoetrySoothe the demons in my head, hold me till my death. (I'll hate you and report you if you steal the poems I wrote with my fried brain) Highest-ranking #1 in self-absorbed #1 in unsaidfeelings #1 in poem collection #2 in poem collection #4 in late...
