I will shout to the world, I will doubt the world and I will spit my words until my soul threatens to come out.
I had a hard time growing up and all I've been given was a little trophy made out of the tears of my heart that said 'suck it up.'
I've put all of me in a single human being only to be faced with a brick wall that didn't know the words from the meaning and my brain starts screaming when you just ignore me.
But I know for a fact that you can see me so cut the act and let's back track to a time when the train on the train tracks only moved forward not back.
You're an obstacle I can't jump over, I'm counting the days until I'm finally sober and no I'm not drunk from alcohol or high off drugs, I'm sitting on a cloud thinking about when you can't hide the feelings you've swept under the rugs.
I've given you my all and you sucked it up like a vacuum so now I'm siting alone in a dark room wondering how soon is too soon before I can ask you to move?
Step to the side let your heart speak for once and if it's not the words that I want than I'll leave you to suck in your own loss because all of the effort I put into making you feel alive again has been tossed.
You've been with me through it all and I can say that I'll never again stand tall because all of my emotion and all of my heart was sucked up by a brick wall.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.