You're screaming because you want to and crying because you need to
because you doubt anyone's supposed to feel so much and so little;
You don't think they'd survive if they were.
It's realizing for the first time that nothing you say or do even matters.
It's loving someone and knowing they love you, but them shutting you out.
It's the burn of alcohol down your throat because they're not coming back.
Why would they when they've managed to escape?
It's walking to the park at 4 in the morning bc the cold air reminds you that you're still breathing.
It's smashing a mirror bc you couldn't stand to see what it reflects.
It's raw pain with no salvation.
It's burning alive and fantasizing about drowning.
YOU ARE READING
Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
