Beat, beat, beat
My mind won't stop
Beat, beat, beat
My heart continues to throb
Gasp, gasp, gasp
Your lungs seem to strain for air
Gasp, gasp, gasp
Why does it feel like danger is always there?
Knock, knock, knock
Sweetie, can you let me in?
Knock, knock, knock
Why the hell do you keep lying?
Hush, hush, hush
A plea for stifled sobs
Hush, hush, hush
Don't let them see when they turn that door knob
Slam, slam, slam
You hear them talking about you angrily next door
Slam, slam, slam
They told you to open up, why the hell do they want more?
Slash, slash, slash
The tears trickle fast
Slash, slash, slash
How long will this pain last?
I was told good things never last
I was also told the pain would pass
But is that really true?
Because the pain of what could've been always hits me when I look at you
I was just searching for comfort that should be guaranteed
All I got was a shout about searching for greed
The greed of attention that was sorely craved
But it was only craved because it was never relayed
You saw the pain carved into my skin
You heard of the places my mind has been
When you found out, all you seemed to scream was liar
Gosh, I am so so tired.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Storm
Poetry⚠️TW: There are mentions of emotional abuse, self harm, anxiety, depression, issues with body image/relationships with food, and suicidal thoughts as well as mild language⚠️ Thanks for the concern, but I'm okay. Credits to @m25_bookworm for the beau...
