The deadly spiral
Has begin again
Onslaught of thoughts
Waves of pain
An ache in my chest
A lump in my throat
Drowning in an ocean
No sight of a boat
Creating problems
That didn't exist
The hurtful words
In my mind persist
Words left unsaid
Gnaw at my heart
Feelings bottled
Rip me apart
Heart controls the mind
It shouldn't be so
It will break me
I can't let go.
Out of control
Thoughts rushing by
To cease the spiral
I hopelessly try
But my mind is cruel
An endless torment
During happy moments
I still lament
Why do I care,
For someone who doesn't?
Terrible memories,
Overpower the pleasant.
When will I reach,
The state of no fucks given,
And think freely,
Not hurt driven?
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Ephemeral Ink
PoesíaPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. - Thomas Gray. A collection of all the poems that I've written.
