Pouring Inside My Head.

The rain is pouring inside my head, building inside, in its own reservoir.

On the brink of overflowing, on the verge of flooding through me.

My walls.....

I build my walls higher.

I sit naked in the corner farthest away from the soon to come waters.

I clutch my knees to my chest, tremble and quake.

I let it all out.

All the tears I should have cried, all the words I should have said.

All the fear I should have showed, all the anger I should have let out.

The waters roar around the walls, around me.

I slam back and forth.

I need to be set free.

Escape is what I seek, is it not?

My voice rises from the grave of whispers to the life of screaming, shaking with too many emotions.

"I know I'm not suppose to say this but I just had to see how you're going to react!

I know I'm not suppose to be like this but think about this with your face inside the bed!

If I cocked the pistol, pulled the trigger, and all I saw was red, what would your voice have said?!

Don't tell me!

I think I know!

Murder is a sin, not the answer!

But you couldn't stop me!

Now I have to c**k this pistol, pull the trigger, and all I'll see is black!"

The water's breaking the walls.

I am gripping my head, fighting to stay sane.

The water's surrounding me, pulling me under, filling my lungs.

The rain was pouring inside my head, draining inside its own reservoir.