These thoughts have come to hold me again
Feel my back and take me in.
They tell me it's alright and it'll be okay
How I'll be free if I do it today.
I hear the sound of relief resonating in my ears
The same sound that destroys all my fears.
This collection of thoughts never really went anywhere from before
I just got better at holding the door.
The door is busting at its hinges
And I hear the sound of the saddest musicians.
They all sing the same tune
Eventually inflating my head like a balloon.
They're here for revenge and payback
But I don't know how strong I have to be to hold them back.
As to what they say exactly I'm unsure
Though I'm still looking for a cure.
A solution to fix all of this
To find some form of bliss.
It's far from my grasp at the moment
That much I've noticed.
At the rate I'm going at this won't end well
Since I'll be worse than an empty shell.
What they whisper in the night and shout in the day
Slowly makes my sense of being decay.
They rob me of what makes me me
As the price and then tell me I'll be free.
This is more than me just being moody
Or a form of poetry that sounds broody.
I'm shivering cold for once in this dark sea
Since all I have is my black hoodie.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
