How do you process it?
How do you get it out of your head?
Feeling your stomach tighten at the end of the night
When you have nothing to keep you busy.
And you just think,
Think,
And think.
There's images but no words to vividly comprehend
The things I've seen.
I'm trying but I'm so alone
I can't talk feelings,
Not the way I want to.
It's like battleships crashing under the waves,
I'm the only human with my head barely swimming,
While he's drowning in the battleships with the house he toke along aside him.
Leaving a bottle of pills his sidekick.
I've expected this coming like a film I've seen before
But tragedy should never be so predictable.
Never in the way I thought would give me
The freedom I craved my whole life.
I wish I knew why life shot me harder then anything I've ever felt him set a bomb at my reality.
I wish I could throw life the hell it gave me,
Scream like how I should of
Before I got used to it.
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Melancholy - poem
PoetryEnjoy well written poetry that is relatable for many, in short or long entries each chapter. It is sad, motivating, and breathtaking to read with each part relating to things I've been through and others have been through too. It's a well worth it r...
