Not that you asked

Cracked

Endless thoughts and feelings
All whirling around like a draining pool
Though it never ends, it may simmer but it never ends
It fills and fills till it floods over the exceeding limit and crashes through the already
Cracked and forged damn of "protection"
Like a storm, a deathly one, an unstable one
How does it stop? How do we calm this untamed mess? How do we manage these winds?
How do we stop time, stop the whole world from spinning?
How does one do all?
How does one make the damage cause less destruction to one's self?
Tear stained skin, drowsed eyes, reddening cheeks and nose, unbrushed hair, unwashed clothes and wavering lips
So beautiful in many painful ways that no human can explain that no human will ever express to the fullest capacity
But so hideous so atrociously cruel no human wants to notice so they shut out all the hurt
All the flooding
They lock it up never to be seen again

Till eventually it cracks

And the damn breaks

Letting loose

Everything....