Unspoken

false images

stability and family

it chokes me out

gets me down

i suck in in

and a tear comes out

killing slowly

draining life

why

why must it happen so fast

it could at least slow

im not ready

but ready to go

waking up is a chore

being myself is a task

and if you want the old me

don't bother to ask

a sanctuary is needed

but not found

for when i call

its not around

there's always noise

but always silence in this place

this place called home

home where the pain comes out

where the sorrow is the most lively

 would you look at that. I dont even wanna finish this s**t poem

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

This was not a "s**t poem"
This is an enlightening poem. It is so raw that I can feel every bit of pain, sorrow, exhaustion that came from a weary heart. I send my love to you dear poet. Keep writing and you will be amazed at how expressing your raw emotions will help you to release so much pint up pressure and may even find the support through friendship you need by fellow poets who understand, have felt what you feel....
Great piece!!!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The emotional turmoil grabs the reader at the mind well done.

[Emunah June.]

:(

The sadness drenched within the poem kills me. I call almost feel the burden on your shoulders. Sometimes, the best thing to do is to look towards the future and smile as best you can. The last line was saddening. I pray you feel better.

Great write.