rage ripples beneath my skin,
a storm churning, relentless,
like a tide that never recedes,
it swells, crashes, and drowns.
i dont know how to stop it,
this fire that consumes me whole,
turning everything to ashes,
even those who only mean well.
you see my eyes and theyre burning,
but you cant see the chains,
they wrap tight around my heart,
squeezing every drop of peace.
words spill like broken glass,
cutting those who come too close,
not their fault, not their sin,
yet they bleed because I’m lost.
i scream and my voice is raw,
but no one hears the cry within,
a plea for something softer,
a desperate grasp for calm.
but its not calm that finds me,
only the bitter taste of guilt,
and the echoes of what ive done,
trapped in a loop i cant escape.
i wish i could breathe freely,
without the weight of this rage,
but its a shadow that clings tight,
and im suffocating, day by day.
im sorry, im sorry, im sorry
but the words mean nothing now,
when every apology is drowned,
in the fury i cant control.
so i stand alone,
a storm with no shelter,
hoping for a peace,
that might never come.
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poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
