there's a skeleton within me
but not the one you would think
this one is a burden that i
am forced to keep
it harms my body with
each i n h a l e
each e x h a l e
and it quiets me when i try to scream
it claws at my heart
plays darts with my lungs
and my head is spinning with its deathly drugs
it threatens to consume me
to take over my mind
i'm sure i go crazy
from time to time
i scream at it
at my soul and my thoughts
but no one can help me
not even myself
i'm drowning in tears and thoughts unshed
would it be better to fall for it again
if i do my time will come
where my own sense of me
will be lost once more
i won't know where to search for it
for no one does
but if i die my life is gone
no one will think to look deep inside
where my own body
made me a prisoner of my own mind
they'll burry me deep below the ground
and even in death i'll still be drowned
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poetrywords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
