Trying to create something here, something artistic, but the fire inside is consuming my words. My thoughts are running so fast, escaping from in between my fingers, jumping on paper and dying there. I know not what to do with all of this ire!
A thousand pieces of him and I got lost in who I am. I blame myself everyday for being me, and I cry lest staying quiet will drive me crazy. It's being quiet what has brought us here, but I'm chained; I can't fix it, because I don't know how to be otherwise.
I don't know how to become something else, yet I don't recognise myself anymore in the reflection and that pains me so greatly. I tried to elevate, I swear I've tried, but I'm horribly limited!
When will they ever understand that? When will they see that using my weakness against me isn't going to work? They're only destroying me further. God, this heart of mine can't bear all that it's forced to bear, so give me another heart, one that is unlimited so I can be at ease.
God, you're the only one hearing me and it's a comfort to know that I can speak and speak and have you listen to me. God, the pain is too real so please, please don't let it be what I think it'll be....
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Limitless Lady
PoetryI'm tired, but I don't know how to be otherwise. I know no moderation. I'm a hurricane, and I know I'm raging. I'm a child, and I'm against ageing. I'm brutal and tender, and all the vast spaces in between. So erase the limits, my fr...
