i'm afraid of the silence.
the gut wrenching thoughts that follow. the nightmares.
the silence screams weakness. tearing me apart, making my knees weak, weighing down my core.
silence allows my head to run circles around itself. silence makes my memories a track star, and it doesn't have the energy to do that.
but i don't get the choice. my head has just won a gold fucking medal, treated like an olympian.
and i am so tired.
YOU ARE READING
a racing mind
Poetrya collection of poetry, dedicated to the aching hearts who need help finding the words to describe their sorrow, but also words to help you see the best in things. - all poetry written by me unless stated otherwise -
