There comes a point
When you no longer care
Who watches you scream
And who stares as you cry
Because at some time
You need to let all of it out
And unscrew the lid
To the bottle that's been closed
Inside forever
And letting all of it go
Is like a breath of fresh air
So as I said before
I no longer care
Who watches me scream
Who stares as I cry
And hears me as I die
YOU ARE READING
My Muse
PoetryKind of poems, kind of just words from my mind. I don't really care if this gets reads or not I'm just kind of at a writers block but I still feel like doing something. I hope you enjoy my mess. ~for my muse~
