Poems

Spiraling...

i dont even fight back anymore. 

i just let the anger sit deep inside my chest where it festers and blossoms and fuels my body. 

But it isn't enough. 

I'm still exhausted. With the dark circles under my eyes, the exhaustion in my voice, the screams of pain from my body as I force it to move. 

I still cant fight back. All i manage to do is lower my gaze to the floor, submitting with a soft, "Okay."

Oh, The hours spent just wishing I had the energy to pick up the phone and talk to someone who could make me smile.