i open my mouth and words fall outA Poem by Max Riot
it was just yesterday that i realized
that it's been 6 years too long that i've been here in this place im not even sure this place exists it's not real it's illusory it's nothing more than the words we define it as but isn't that true with everything? our words are what give value to things so don't spend a single word on me you've already spent too many but spend words on that little beautiful flower you keep staring at that one song that hurts you in all the right ways spend your words on things that matter don't do what i do f*****g poetry it's not worth much to anyone but me so nobody but me can give it value i should like that i should feel empowered so why do i feel like i'm abusing my own words? like i'm treating them terribly? why does it feel like i'm thinking in a way too volatile for my words to survive? somebody anybody please tell me why i think my words are hurting sometimes i can hear them scream at me in pain maybe in agony maybe something else but i can hear them scream i know that i'm hurting my words but how can i stop them from hurting how can i think without words if only i could free them from my mind they wouldn't have to be so tortured anymore they wouldn't have to scream until they've lost their edge they wouldn't have to cry until they've lost their mind if only i could save my words for something worth anything but they like to run away from me fast fast they'll fall out of my mouth and jump away leaving me without anything to say but a jumble of meaningless words they'll fall off my tongue like they've been waiting their whole life to be able to talk like they can't wait but show themselves to the world i open my mouth and words fall out uncontrollably excruciatingly some of them scratch their way out some of them kick scream cry hit bash cut stab their way out it's never easy to watch them leave me i wish i could save my words make them stop hurting make them worth something worth anything. [m.r.]
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Added on April 6, 2016 Last Updated on April 6, 2016 Tags: depression, suicide, self harm, poetry, words AuthorMax RiotSingapore , SingaporeAboutPoetry and writing songs is the only thing that gets me through the day anymore. I'm currently a student, 15 years old, who writes poetry in their free time. The majority of my work is going to be poe.. more..Writing
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