Somebody get me through
This nightmare...
I can't control myself.
For a long time now.
This pain has had time to plant its very own seeds
Each memory its nutirents
It feeds.
My tears as its primary water source as its roots turned into veins
Ones that I cannot cut away...
Watching it blossom into my head
To only watch it start to wither away
Rotting from the inside out
Nothing left to feel
Other than the pain that subsides within
Like a gun cocked and aimed against my temple
Ears ringing
Like a silent drum banging against the walls within my heart
As it slowly decreases into nothing more
Than a click and a bang, watch me fall.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
