my hands are bruised
violet and violent
from holding the weight
of trying to stay quiet
and the voices are screaming
blood blossoming beneath skin
i try to ignore them
but they know how to win
frustration is alight
but i don’t want to feel rage
so i turn the irritation
to the pulse of my page
i know i will grow
and see this all through
so take this as a reminder
from me, to you
your hands can be held
the screaming put to an end
for in ink and fingerprints
i always have friends.
05:28am - 02/03/25
- written while half asleep :)