Salt fills up the air.
A shield begins to form on my heart.
Tears begin to shatter as I sit in the chair.
Memories that tend to come and go.
My tears soon rush into the canal.
The grass crawl on my legs as I walk into the bank.
The chair slowly disappears as I sink into the lake.
Forget about the pain.
Forget about the rain.
Forget about that ugly stain.
Forget about your brain.
Don't let them see you.
Just let go.
Let go.
Sink into the tears you've created.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Speak
PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.
