Things that I heardA Poem by ThisIsElle_huh
I heard things I should not of heard
Words of hate through my head they would rip Voiced from my own lip Three of me battling it out Three voices one person Should I say two as the third is physical Angel and devil the two mental and critical Sitting alone on the cold draught floor Back coward and supported by a door Solid as it held me the only thing I thought supported me, white dull maybe cream The nauseating sinking feeling making a stronghold impact as I hit bottom The life I fought, I was forgotten But then light shined upon the fiery darkness as deep thought and swift music swirled around Opening a door in my shrouded mind, tears fell as I threw the objects of distorted madness away from my clutches. Screaming out in pain, anger and distress How did I become this tragic mess? Not a soul knew that day other than whoever is above, what happened. I could tell the people I love or write it down to remember but nothing is ever realistic than the happening. Every day since I do not forget The nauseating sinking feeling, the tears that fell Why do I not try to forget Well it's hard to forget for the nausea and the tears that rip through my body every day. © 2015 ThisIsElle_huh |
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Added on May 5, 2015 Last Updated on May 5, 2015 Author
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