Heart made of stone
Mind made of glass.
Every night she lays in bed
The voices in her head
Start on cue, kill her dead.
It's too loud, she can't sleep
They want her to cry and weep
But ever seen a stone melt?
She longs for quite and silence
Too much chaos and violence
Exhausted and a restless mind
A little peace it wishes to find.
They keep getting louder and louder
The glass shatters and turns to powder.
She lays there, staring at the ceiling
Until it all goes away, every last bit of feeling
Until oblivion takes over
And every thing is no longer.
YOU ARE READING
Her Chaotic Thoughts
PuisiWords, Pen and Paper. Hey guys! This is a book of my quotes and poems! Everything in this book is solely my work, I hope you all like what I write in this book!! Awesome cover by bestie @Saniyawitha-y !! Thank you soo much!! ...
