you don't realise it at first
you keep saying
"i'm fine" to people
even when you are not
because you WANT to be
you should feel fine, shouldn't you?
i mean, that's natural
but why does feeling normal
doesn't feel normal?
why does doing the smallest of chores
seem like such a big feat?
you're exhausted
but you can't sleep
all those pending assignments
float through your head in a blur
and then there are those classmates
oh boy don't get me started
and all those god awful tests
why is your life being decided
by an A+ in red?
red
orange
yellow
everything's bursting in flames
and you have nothing to put the fire out
except those tears flowing
but even they're not enough
and everything's burning
and it's hot
so hot
and your skin is scorched
melting off each moment
it's all blazing before your eyes
and you can't stop it
it's all going down
and you're going down with it
it's the end
YOU ARE READING
{storms}
Poetryhighest ranking: 177 in poetry. some raw poetry and works that try to capture the essence of what we are here for, what heartbreak does to you, and how love breaks you down more than it heals you. here are some storms in my mind, passed on to yours.
