If memories could bleed,
If dreams could scream.
If hearts could talk,
If brains could see.
Then maybe I'd be able to tell you how I feel.
Maybe I'd be able to put my thoughts into words.
Maybe I'd know what to say instead of "I'm fine."
Maybe I'd know how to stand up for myself.
Maybe I'll be a little less anxious when I'm talking.
Maybe I'll stop stuttering with every phrase.
Maybe I'll stop having these vivid nightmares.
Maybe I'll succeed in finding more people like me.
Or maybe I'm living it.
One of these gruesome fantasies.
Where memories are bleeding through my veins,
Scars are screaming, strident in agony.
Every dream on display like a movie
One after the other; shouting, snickering at me.
Heart's talking about all that I kept hidden,
Ruthlessly rambling about all my darkness.
The brain seeing the world for the first time.
Recklessly running behind the golden lights.
YOU ARE READING
all that i could never say
Poetrypoems. poems are my day 1. poems have this amazing ability to calm me down. whenever i'm sad or anxious or happy or excited, i let myself flow with the ink of the pen. this is a collection of all the poems that i wrote in some of my darkest days, an...
