Fear gushes inside my veins,
Black instead of red poison flowing into the lane
it used to keep a heartbeat alive and well,
How long until they realize...?
Do i dare tell?
The clouds no longer speak to me,
Only pouring rain to my feet
No idea of what comfort is
As my thoughts began to drain,
Sickening words carving themselves into my lungs,
Breathing in and out all the venom
Their arrows are kept sharp,
Kindness became no such thing
As their mouths shot fiery bullets
Straight into my dead heartbeat
Am I alive or just breathing?
I no longer comprehend
The meaning to be alive
Without feeling intensely tired
Or rolling back my eyes.
There was no dream to sleep to,
Nothing to look up to
And everything that once meant so much,
Now was only worthless junk ---
Do I dare tell?
YOU ARE READING
the war against myself
Poetrya trash bin full of my thoughts. revised; 2018 ✓ published; 2015 ☺︎ ranking; ⌗228 in poetic (2018) ranking; #9 on raw poetry (2019)