The mental breakdown is closing in. The walls of sanity are broken by those that surround me.
I dont know what about me screams that I do not deserve the peace of mind that I need to be calm.
The sick feeling washes over my life like a title wave of unstoppable death.
I try to drown out the thoughts and the memories with the loud words of artists pumping through my ears.
The words bounce around and try to knock down the bad, but every once and a while they touch a sensitive part and all the sudden the words all stop and turn dark.
They then take a place in my mind joining all the memories wrapping themselves around them.
Trying to protect what I wish I could destroy.
They hang a sign on my being with the crudely carved word damaged. Because that's what I am damaged with no one to hold the pieces together.
Like a shattering piece of glass that is dropped time and time again it is only a matter of time before I explode into a cascade of sharp pieces that no one wishes to touch.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts of the Shattered
Poetrythe words no one wants to hear. This story is short little pieces of what some might see as poetry. I am not to sure what it is except my feelings. I have the skills to express myself in ways that others can't. I hope I can appeal to the Shattered...
