thoughts become cluttered
all things I want to speak, freeze
Just moments ago I wanted to shout
I want to be let out!
Yet somethings holding me back
Why can't I just whisper
without it having to blister
my heart
I thought this depression ended
yet it just rendered
me insane
Haunting me with it's voices
full of power and choices
that latch onto me
Even I, who've felt it before
had no idea that the gore
could render me speechless
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