Drowning in a sea of chaos when I can barely keep my own head on straight. Trying to be strong for everyone else while my own thoughts are beating at the gate. I want to be that steadfast wind that carries you away from war, but Im not exactly sure if I'm cut out for that anymore.
Inside I'm screaming but my lips are forever sealed. They'll never tell the story of the girl who needs to heal.
She's banging on the cages like thunder in the night. Waiting for that moment to break free and take flight.
All she needs is a chance to find her own, but shes trapped in this perpetual state of trying to lessen the blows.
One day her time will come, when she can have a moment to breathe. I just hope that its before I lose a piece of me.
YOU ARE READING
Why don't you speak out loud instead of living in your head
PoetryJust a bunch of shitty poems and song attempts
