My skull against the window pane
This tormenting inside
My need filled intellections, all in vain.
Everything I do, everything I see
Nothing is executing sense anymore
At least.. Not to me
It's raining outside
It hasn't ceased since that day..
It pocketed away all my pride
My face is dripping with shame
With the oncoming tide
All these interrogations, I just can't stand
Having to echo it over and over
Sweat fabricates in the palms of my hands.
Doesn't anyone understand?
I just require some emotional cover
Oh yet what does it matter..?
I'm outside now.
With the shame subsiding
The guilt is in full flow
The distaste I feel within, I can't shake it
All I can do for now, for others
Is fake it.
I still feel intruded
Feeling thingsI shouldn't
Hatredfor myself, unexplainable sorrow.
Even after all this time
It'll be three weeks tomorrow
And I'm still not fine.
I'm still fucked up
When will it go away?
Is anyone able to answer me this plea?
I see it in my coffee,swirling around in mycup
I feel it every single day
Is anyone there, can anyone see?
Is anyone willing to take me into their arms and keep me safe...
I thought I saw you today.
His face seemed the same.
I was only walking along the street,
I looked one way...
And your face was allI could see.
The rest was blurred out and there was nothing I could say.
You hadn't forgotten me
You gave me a dirty look as I swiftly glanced away
I looked back
You were gone
I felt it rising in my chest, a panic attack
I started to run.
I didn't stop until I hit the safety of four walls and a mass of people
But it doesn't matter that it might not have been you
What matters is that a single look from a stranger that only Looked like you
Had the ability totear me in two.
Xo.
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