Tell me what you know
About night terrors.
Tell me,
I'll let you see my side of the story,
The darkness in my head,
The holes in my soul.
The days I drown in my bed.
The waves that can't let me breathe.
Screams in my mind,
When I feel my life is behind;
The devil infront of this race,
I can't win.
I feel tired.
I'll let you in a secret.
Open your ears,
Don't say I never talked,
About my pain.
My wings are broken,
I can't fly.
My eyes are tainted,
I can't see in this dark.
My feet numb,
I can't move on these rocks.
Take notes.
Maybe it's a therapy session,
I'll tell you about an evil,
So deep.
Not an illusion,
Graphic like TV.
I can't escape this reality,
Sometimes I sip a little liquor,
To feel myself,
To feel what's left-
Of me, pieces scattered in the wind.
Pray for me,
Pray for me,
Pray for me.
Trips,
Let me see the clouds,
Let me feel the clouds.
My heart beats slowly,
My blood sings the sad rythm.
I'm sinking deep,
Hold my hand.
Hey, it's still me,
I haven't told you half of it,
You still around?
You still listening?
Tell me you getting this,
Hello, hello, hello...
Too deep for the signal,
The world doesn't care about your loneliness.
YOU ARE READING
THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
