Hidden Reality: A collection of poems

Venting

7/29/19

"​​​​​​I think but I also don't think---I don't know what to think.

It hurts not to feel but to feel hurts far more.

My gut keep flaming in and out of appearance; I can't tell exactly why emotions keep flowing,

My anxiety and an all time high--wish I could toss this plane straight out the sky,

Wish I could find this ultimate high without tearing my chest out and handing it to some random guy.

But I tried too many times to get back up and fly,

My wings were torn off since the phrase of "Deal with it," "Live with it," "Not anything you can say or do so just get used to it".

But I'm so through with it--I got enough of it but I keep on telling me it's just the hormones,

I must be overreacting it.

But the true fact of it is that no one is built to take burn scars and turn them into a landline into your inner conscious---they will slowly set you up towards a path of destruction but

You wouldn't even notice until you witness the urge of grabbing a bottle of poison: What you got to do is learn to express yourself to a public factor: Not just a doctor---a friend.

Someone that can distract you from the flame burning on the stove,

But can tell you when it should be time to get that extinguisher and just let that sh*t go.

But what do you do when you are that friend?

What should you do if your mind can and cannot comprehend?

Don't tell them to open up when you don't--don't tell them that it is going to be alright when you know it won't.

Tell them you understand, and you want to be there to hold their hand,

Tell them a funny story to help distract them as you do repairs,

But know that sometimes there are those moments when it's best to let them be, but for heaven's sake make sure they know that you care.

And if there is anyone that you need to vent to...

I'm here."

- Novice_Key