This pain rushing through me
Demands an audience
Causes shockwaves of torment to bubble up
And rush through me in waves
I'm drowning in myself
I refuse to show my hurt
I refuse to drag everyone around me down
Down into a dark, endless cavern, just like the one I call home
So for now
The pain stays hidden
Behind a mask
And the sorrow
Is only static
It is the white noise in my life
YOU ARE READING
[ R E A C H ]
PoetryA compilation of poems from me, a boy with a fragile psyche, and an even more fragile sense of reality. These are my view, my perception of reality. Topics range from anything from depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, alcoholism, nightmares, and...