poetry

slow

everything moves slower as the raindrops pitter patter against the windows.

the only sound i could seem to focus on.

time seems to move slow as the clock hits midnight

the tears that spill from my eyes fall slowly down my cheeks

my neck

they hit my pillow

it forms a puddle

i want to scream

but even when i try, nobody notices

it seems as if nobody ever notice

nobody ever will. nobody ever does. nobody ever has. nobody cares.

seeing the minutes pass by at the pace of hours

my head begins to pound

the music from my headphones echoes in my brain

my mind

my mind

my mind

it won't stop racing. you hate me, don't you?

you do.

nothing stops, the noise, the noise it doesn't stop

the noise

drowning me out

i'm drowning

you hate me

drowning...

i feel as if the words coming from your mouth are like droplets of water

slowly filling up in this room

i will drown, salt filling my lungs like the toxicity you parade around with

here comes my fate

but i started to become friends with my doom.

i woke up today

the next morning

the salty feeling in my lungs remained

but i began to breathe again, it felt as if it's been an eternity since i felt the oxygen move through my open lips and into my aching lungs.

and the raindrops have evaporated from my windows

the sun wasn't shining though.

nothing was shining.

nothing.

it was all nothing

a dark abyss.