I scream into the night,
And you wouldn't believe that sight.
Even if you had seen me lying by myself,
On the damn floor.I disappear into the sound,
I hope I will not be found.
My silence is violent.I am trying to hide it.
Maybe I am not worth your wild.My head is a prison, concealing my mind,
From those who would tear me down.And try to bury me into the ground.
I can't see the light,
I am so far down.
Lost in the sound.Would you believe me?
If you saw me,
Would you think I was like the rest?
Or broken like the best?I don't even believe me,
My head is my prison and my paradise.
Just like a roll of a dice.I wish I was like the rest.
Maybe I won't feel like this inside.
But could I be dead like the rest?Cold yet living.
Trapped yet free.
Loud yet silent.I am a shadow of me.
I am a soul inside a shell.
Living in this hell.
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Talking To The Night
PoetryA story of my life, in little poems. Hope y'all enjoy viewing my life from behind a screen :) (Also I do not own ANY of these photos, if your photo is used it is Beacsue I thought it would fit awesomely :D ) 17/11/18 #90 in shortpoems