Hurricane
Drowning, I grasp the chain
Little do I know it's all in vain
I grab a pencil,
To "draw or write", I say,
"To keep myself sane".
Only that it can do anyway;
Its tip too soft to end the pain
I set a little chaos on the sheet
It's "too chaotic, too messy", they say
To me it still looks so plain
My pencil dances all over the blank
As I try hard to explain
But I shake my head and stop myself;
For they would never really know
Even if they were to get inside my brain
They never would. They never will.
That's why I always refrain
So "I'm ok", I say,
My voice betraying me, coming
out hollow and full of strain
But oh how easily they believe it still;
How easy they believe me,
And take me for the cool summer breeze,
When I'm the fatal hurricane.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Bittersweet Tragedy ➳Poetry
Şiir❝ Old gum is all you'll ever be to me, I'll spit you out and brush my teeth ❞ Where an unhappy desperate girl gives poetry a try. *is laughing bc being serious is hard and she only writes these poems in her "dramatic hour(s) of the day" and cringes...
