you run around my brain
like a mouse in a cage.
scratching the walls of my skull;
trapped, wishing to be free.
pretty little pills and
clouds of smoke
to chase the storm away.
the one that floods my head,
spilling out past my eyelids
in the form of salt water
and sorrow.
hands that sweat, shake,
and never rest.
awful thoughts that tumble
down a hill where kids used to play.
broken and abandoned,
not sure of who i'm meant to be.
but the way you slip
so easily down my throat
has me weak at my knees,
not only because of
the side effects listed,
but from the way
you make me feel so at ease.
and when you fill my lungs
and allow me to actually breathe,
you let me embrace the way i depend
on how you make me feel.
calm and collected,
like shelves piled with knick knacks,
sentimental feelings,
and all the secrets never told.
a list of nostalgic encounters
longer than the suicide notes
i've never had to use.
i hate how amazing
you seem to make me feel..
so effortlessly,
you destroy my body and brain
just the same.
the itching beneath my skin
makes my anxiety crawl
to a new extreme.
can't stand to be sober,
nobody really knows it
because i never seem to show it.
it's fine to joke,
but it's who i truly am.
i can't stand the demon that
stares back at me in the mirror.
hidden, locked away,
for my eyes only,
but for everyone else
at the same time.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
¬ (slam) poetry, lyrics, & thoughts ¬
Poetrythe less serious explanation: i over obsesses over certain song lyrics / poems. I also add in some of my own work, my brain just needs something to do. Here's the more official side of things: This book is a bunch of different poems and songs that I...
