I don't want to be dead,
I know you think I'm depressed,
But I just want to be invisible again,
And the humble silence I have come to,
Is why I am not one bit ready for it to kick in now,
The words inside of my brain,
Said loud enough to echo off the tunnels of my heart,
I don't wanna fall back down to that myself,
So I the heart rattle out its emotions gone wild,
With the fumes from inside of my brain.
What the hell am I doing,
I can't understand it,
How I keep letting my mind burn everything down to the ground,
Leave me alone with the ruble,
To morn, the memories held with what buildings have crumbled down,
Not ever will I have any of those rooms again.
Don't tell me to get up,
And build another because I am still trying to figure out,
How I ever let myself tear everything so far down,
I know I'm the one that threw them away,
And why, I ask as I continue on in this fury,
Continuing to add to the ruble,
Instead of building it back up.
CITEȘTI
The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoezieAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
