Torn

My eyes are glued shut

And the pillow muffles the noises,

But I still know what’s going on,

I know it only too well.

I grab my knees and curl into

A tight ball,

Hoping that maybe I will disappear.

Their words pierce my ears like knives

As they echo from above.

I should be used to it by now,

It’s anything but new. 

I turn on the radio to drown out all

My pain

My anger

And frustration.

It doesn’t work. 

It only makes it worse.

I kick the radio as hard as I can,

And the music stops.

My eyes start to burn and I feel

Tears trickling down my cheeks.

I lay back down and let all

My pain

My anger

And frustration escape.

The voices have now stopped.

I stare up at the ceiling,

Close my eyes,

And let the last tear fall.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

we all been there battling that which surrounds us, searching for that strength that befalls us. yet you found it and that last part said it all:
The voices have now stopped.

I stare up at the ceiling,

Close my eyes,

And let the last tear fall.
Awesome!
Excellent write.

[deeps]

The voices have now stopped.
I stare up at the ceiling,
Close my eyes,
And let the last tear fall.

I so-loved this part. This is so full of emotion, Love this one.