PAIN IS LOUDER THAN YOU THINK.
IT POUNDS IN YOUR HEAD AND IT THUNDERS IN YOUR HEART AND IT SCREAMS FROM YOUR SKIN AND IT CRIES FROM YOUR EYES.
PAIN HURTS MORE THAN YOU REMEMBER.
THE SALT OF YOUR TEARS STINGS THE WOUNDS; THE KNIFE TURNS SLOWER AND DEEPER; THE STITCHES FALL APART AND BREAK AWAY; AND YOU'RE VULNERABLE AND IN AGONY AGAIN.
PAIN IS A PART OF YOU THAT YOU FORGOT.
IT IS ENGRAVED INTO YOUR FLESH AND CARVED INTO YOUR DESTINY — YOU WERE BORN FROM HATRED AND PAIN, AND SO, PAIN AND HATRED FOLLOWS YOU.
WHY CAN'T ANYONE SEE THAT I'M
SUFFERING?
- they can't hear me over their own screams of suffering.
YOU ARE READING
Nostalgic Drowning
PoetryDo you ever forget how to breathe? Like all of the air in your lungs has been snatched and taken away? And you're left struggling, gasping for air? And you think to yourself that if you could just get your head above the water, you could steal some...
