I go outside, in snow and rain,
to feel the storm, to feel the pain.
The cold on my skin,
like the cold in my heart.
That crushes my feelings,
tears them apart.
I hear the storm's voice calling,
as it whispers all the things I fear,
It drowns my thoughts with thunder,
As its song is all I hear.
The rain hides my tears,
as they mix with the sky,
A silent confession,
I can't make them dry.
I can't feel anything,
I'm empty inside.
I have nothing to show,
yet everything to hide.
The wind bites at my skin,
a reminder of all that's lost,
All these moments I can't grasp,
Are what hurt the most.
I stand in the storm,
as it attacks my soul,
A battle I can't win,
no way to make me whole.
I'm ashamed of what I'm doing,
Afraid of what I've done,
Scared of what is happening,
Terrified of what I've become.
The rain keeps falling,
like it always has before,
But still, I search for meaning
and find nothing more.
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Chaos In My Mind
Poetry𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
