How can they know?
I lay awake but not really Awake.
The salty droplets trickle down the streets of skin
Attached to my bones.
My hands travel across the country of my bedsheets,
Hoping that it will find another,
Craving comfort.
But the material lays cold and empty.
They talk and laugh and joke
And I am there
But I'm a bystander
Not being acknowledged and not acknowledging.
Just a whisper of wind,
A leaf falling of a tree,
Not observed or even seen.
How can they know
If I keep everything in shadows
Locked away in the pits of my mind.
They don't know the noisy silence that suffocates me
The roaring of my mind that keeps me laying here
Paralysed,
Numb.
When we all swim,
They freely skim through the water
Gracefully gliding about how they want
In control of their path,
Completely unlocked.
And I am drowning,
The anchor tied to my waist
imprisons me to the sand.
All the chaotically quiet waves crash against me, bruising me.
How can they know
If I don't scream for help?
How can they untie me if they don't know I'm below the surface?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Random emo shit
RandomShort "depressing" or "emo" stories, (sometimes short) ;) Basically just things I write when I have words and thoughts floating in my farcical mind. Also might be a lot of band or fandom related things Does contain swearing and some mature themes ~...
