26 Nov 2014
Sinking. Falling. Lying. Dying.
Before the first tear falls I sit with my back against the wall staring at my books. The pale light from above me casts a sad tone over my room. I feel like I'm being pushed against the wall. Like a freight train smashed into me and the pain and pressure in my chest never goes away. My eyes squint and my vision blurs with tears that will soon soak my t-shirt. This is the 5th night in a row I've cried. It usually hits me harder after dinner when I'm tucked up in bed regretting decisions I've made and people I've loved. Tonight the endless pain washed over me. The tide has come in early today. I'm pushed beneath the waves. I can't breathe and I'm sinking.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
