Will I forever inhabit this throne? Screaming at the top of my lungs "will this always be my home?" Trying to hold on to what I know and love, thinking of you constantly so I don't forget. trying to get rid of a head ache that is pounding in my head like a drum set. As if an explosion of emotion has been detonated in my soul, like a life time of confusion and keeping it hidden has taken its toll. the walls that I had built so tall, so strong. Finally cracking and tumbling down which is good right? Well it feels wrong. Trying to keep my thoughts outward and not on this percussion. Still hating the way I feel and not wanting to be the topic of discussion. Still my name is mentioned from the mouths of fools, words are spoken that shouldn't as they continue to bend the rules. So I mumble words as if I don't want to be heard with my voice so monotone. I still feel as though I am lost in a crowd because even though i am loved I feel so alone, in a metaphoric sense not to be too literal, but I may be losing my mind. The surface of my being is now rough and tattered where it once was smooth and kind. Don't get me wrong I would hate for you to be confused, my writings are my therapy not to keep you amused, so although this writing may seem to be depressing in nature, it depends on how you depict it, because if you look closely this is more than just depression in these words there is hope on this paper.
"AK"
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