A bird trapped in my ribs,
Banging against the cage.
It keeps fluttering,
Trying to escape.
But to no avail.
So it tries to fly
Up my throat.
I'm choking,
I can't breathe.
I try to take deep breaths,
But the tiny bird
Only gets lodged.
I can't speak.
I'm only muttering,
Unable to put this into words.
The voices in my head
Are screaming.
Trying to find a way out
Of this mess.
How can I help?
How I can try
And make this better?
I don't think
I can make this better.
So the bird will continue
To bang against the cage.
Until it slowly gives out.
It couldn't handle
Much more.
The voices slow,
What's the point anymore?
So they've been cut at the throats,
And killed.
Leaving me
A numb,
Emotional-
Yet somehow,
Emotionless mess.
YOU ARE READING
Shit poems, by a shit person
Poetry~~~~~ Some of these poems are old, some are new. Trigger warning for some of them. ~~~~ Poems labeled with "x, xx, "etc. is just because I have no idea what to name them. Deal with it. ~~~~~ I use this to cope/ express how I'm feeling and stuff
