Alone in a sea of people.
Head low seeing visions of death.
Every step closer to my destination.
Every step closer to thoughts,
Of devastation.
Unlock the door and step in.
Finally alone the quiet seems deafening.
Find a seat,
Sit while your mind races.
Thoughts of death,
Images of red,
Crimson so bright,
Pouring out your heart.
Tears pour out,
And sting your eyes.
The salty tears leak with no stop,
No hesitation.
You're quiet,
Trying not to lose sight of,
Trying not to disturb the quiet of,
The house.
Hours pass and your eyes dry still sting.
The quiet of the empty house,
Almost soothes your loud entity.
Alone in the dark
Alone with your thoughts.
Your thoughts seem quite frightening.
Alone in your thoughts,
Only thinking of death.
Thoughts of death on a heavy rotation.
Thoughts of death that leave you,
Feeling helpless.
But powerful in a sense,
Almost reckless.
You shut your eyes,
And the tears stream down,
Your warm skin.
Alone.
Quiet.
With no one to witness.
You can finally breathe.
YOU ARE READING
What She Wanted To Say.
PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
