i wanna paint the walls all red
with my own blood streaming down my legs.
counting out the stars that are above my head
leaving it all behind and laying on your back.
slowly breaking piece by piece so you
can't see what you've missed it's eased
it's stressing ourselves apart as much
as i'd like to start a fight.
don't listen don't listen don't listen to them
grow up straighten your back and don't
hold yourself in when you know you
have me but let's be honest was you
really here when my hands were shaking
and my screaming wasn't so silent anymore?
the only time i trust myself is when
the music's banging on my head and
when the rhythm's taking my own threat
when people are not around
when they go away and just fade out.
2023-02-09
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
