We don't scream.
We don't shout,
We just talk.
We. Just. Talk.
No tears left
and our voices raw.
The world starts to spin
as my head gets sore.
I can feel it rise,
the anger bubbling.
I just keep it in
to prevent my fate.
I'm grounded, I'm dead
there's nothing left.
No friends, no phone
I just cry in my bed.
They don't understand
They never did.
When it all crashes down,
that's it.
There's nothing I can do
but listen
and wait
and listen some more.
The doors slam themselves,
the rooms argue.
The silence is broken,
then stop...
...there is nothing,,,
...quiet...
,,,peace...
...death...
...the solitude embraces me
it practically raised me.
The shouting, you get used to it
and you learn to treasure the silence.
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My life: In poems
PoetryHere is just a few poems I wrote about what I went through. There is some graphic details and warning these are not all happy poems. NOTE: COVER PICTURE IS NOT MINE I HAVE NO CLAIM TO IT WHATSOEVER
