I'm having a bad day today.
Every little thing annoys me.
The sound of my breath.
The sway of my hair.
The dripping of tar down my throat.
I can't seem to understand why I'm feeling like this.
The sound of muffled voices surround me like I'm in a bubble, slowly running out of air.
Suffocating me.
It's almost intoxicating.
I struggle to keep my eyes open.
Gradually cradling my eyes like a mother with a new born baby, crying because they're so delicate.
Like they could smash at any sudden move.
Smokey lungs fill and cry.
Tormenting me.
The sound of feet slapping against the cold floor freezing my every movement.
The rolling of my eyes as I try to keep awake.
All I've done is sleep today.
I don't want to stay awake.
It's sad really.
I've wasted a day that could have been extraordinary, but my mind chooses for me to wallow in self pity as I curl into an insect running from the feet that try to crush me.
Warmth filling every inch of my body until I'm sweating irritated scream and dry cry's.
I don't want to make a sound.
I don't want to let them know I'm feeling like this.
Twitch.
My leg twitches up and down as I sit carefully waiting for the next spasm in my brain telling me to jump.
My eyes slump heavily agains my breath.
Conscious and breathing.
I don't want to be.
I'm just really sad today and I don't know why.
Someone please help me.
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Poetry That Expresses My Burnt Out Fire
PoesíaI try, but it's never good enough. This is a book about all my mistakes and horrible decisions, while putting it in a format to enjoy but also to give you a reality check. Mostly about me...
