16/09/2018
A pen, moving.
Writing down words so smoothly.
Writing those awful words down that you say.
Time, ticking by.
How long have you been here?
How long until you can escape from reality again?
People speaking.
Words going through each other.
Every word repeated in your head, over and over again.
Seeing wounds.
Visible scars accompanied with tears.
While your scars are invisible, making you an outcast.
The emergency room.
You keep on seeing new people.
While you're waiting to go home and bleed again.
Words being said.
Everyone suddenly seems to care.
Words are on the top of your tongue, but you stay quiet.
You just want to escape.
Escape from this world.
Full of sorrow and sadness.
You just want rest.
Just sleep.
Closing your eyes forever.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Writings
PoetryI fill in blank papers with my words. My thoughts and ideas work faster then my hand. Poetry and writings are written before I realise it. My hand and mind make up words. Enjoy those useless thoughts. Those spit out words. I love you 💓
