"You can't stay."
Tears prick at your eyes. No. It can't be. This can't be. But, you realize: it is.
"You can't stay."
The words hang there, suspended, right in front of you. Such empty...meaningless...they're just words! You try and reassure yourself. It doesn't work.
"You can't stay."
The first tear slips. You can't decide if it hurts or the pain is just sweet, sweet release flooding over you. It slides down your flushed cheek. It burns. You pray for it to stop. All of it, everything. Cast to an eternal standstill.
"You can't stay."
The stinging is all you have now, there's nothing else. Your prayers go unanswered and you. Just. Stop. Don't let it out.
"You can't stay."
You had watched what you said, hadn't you? But then everything comes flooding back and you forget to stop. The tears flow.
"You can't stay."
It's not even the words that hurt the most, you realize. They were just shells protecting the true, horrid meaning. Words are merely sound, text on a screen, ink on a page, not life changing, right?
"You can't stay."
No one can help you. You're stuck, trapped. Your last sliver of grip is falling away until it's just...gone. Just like that. The tears gush down your face, like rivers of raging lava.
"You can't stay."
There's no telling how much more of this you can take. Flipping between anger, depression, and sadness is just proving to be too much for you.
"You can't stay."
Then. It hits, how you can control this emotion. You need silence, and you know exactly how to get it.
YOU ARE READING
"You Can't Stay"
PoetrySomething like a poem? I'm not exactly sure. I was cleaning my room and I found this little piece that I thought I would share.
