A strong pang just below your rib cage. Your throat constructing as you try to breathe. The pain causing your eyes to water. You can't help but let a soft wheeze come out of your mouth. Nothing is going to plan, you feel useless and you can't do anything about it. Afraid to close your eyes because you know the monsters live in the dark. You would rather be anywhere but here. The people from everyday life evolving into hideous beings screaming at you to give up, to stop, to let go.
Wishing that you could control what you were thinking, to be able to have an on and off button just to shut those nagging voices in your head. The once soft and delightful voices now yelling, a migraine building in your head like the rawr of a thunderstorm.
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Silence Is Bliss
PoetryA collection of poems that will probably be forgotten. Everyone goes through rough times and needs a way to cope. These poems are my escape. Not all of them have incredible meaning. Some are just words that have been thrown on a page. Interpret th...
