I'm in a train compartment,
But the train isn’t moving.
The people look dazed,
And I was kidna hoping,
to make it to the next station,
But everything is moving in slow motion.
And my emotions, I can't feel them,
They're slipping away, I can't feel when.
Am I depressed?
Am I just seeking attention?
Do I need validation?
To feel like I'm ok.
Am I just upset?
That nobody gives a shit.
I try not to care,
But every word sinks deep.
Am I stuck in a story?
And I can't flip the page?
The words are kinda blurry,
I repeat each one just in case.
Maybe I could make it to the next chapter,
But I'm scared to find out what happens after.
And my emotions are a train that's gonna crash,
My emotions are a ride that didn't last.
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips