There are times when you lose it.
You lock your self in you room.
Play your music too loud.
So that no one can hear you scream.
Hear you cry.
Hear you thrash your room.
And no one gets it.
No one understands.
Well I'm sure some do.
But I'm sure you actually don't.
Because you don't hear the screams that leave your mouth.
You don't see the broken glass, you don't feel it as you walk on it.
You can't feel the tears as they cascade down your cheeks.
You have held them in for so long, that you lose that passion.
You don't feel anything but anger, pain, and loneliness.
The moments tick by, hours, days, and seconds.
Passed by without knowledge.
As you sit in your empty room, surrounded by a broken soul that shines through the cracks, soul that you notice not.

YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.