Words from the Heart..

Poem 2

I sit in this place.
There is no sound.
But I hear this type of pound
A pound in my head
It pounds and pounds
It hurts
It hurts so much
I think those pounds could sound like gunshots
Maybe I'm imagining my death
Maybe those sounds were guns in my head
Maybe my thoughts aren't my own
Instead it belongs to something else
A darkness inside
A darkness that's been with me for years
It lingers here and there
It's basically everywhere
I've learned to live with it
But I'm tired of it
But if it was gone I would feel like a part of me was missing.
It's just that I've had it so long
I couldn't imagine life without it's sad song
-Just some things in my head