Feel the silence in the back
Of your throat,
A burning cough from illness,
Mental, not the regular
Because I\'m just lazy, right?
I\'m the background character in
My own motion picture,
A film starring the dark and I
Just reside in it, it\'s my
Home now.
Talking with the devil, crying,
Begging for a sweet release
Into a different form of pain,
Maybe one with less pain;
I hate this game.
I\'m writing poetry to find peace,
But I am in pieces, a shattered
Mirror, multiplied and scattered
Everywhere, build myself piece by
Piece but I\'m broken again.
My lungs are filling with my blood;
I\'m breathing in my scars and and
Exhaling my joy,
I\'m embracing my silence and
Basking in the warm tides of anxiety.
I let the drugs wash over me,
Two antidepressants and a
Couple more,
Accept the numbness and
Stay away from the hurt.
If I feel no emotion,
It sends the bad ones away
But the good ones too.
Is the sacrifice worth
The emptiness?