angst

Emotional turmoil, mood swings, and poor sleep. That's what made me come up with this piece.

There's no fix nor drug
to rid me of this feeling
Maybe my grave should be dug
since I'm still aching and reeling
I hate this feeling so much
I can break a million plates
and scream at the top of my lungs
I could do awful things
like bite off my tongue,
but it won't fix what broke
It won't bring me to you
It won't get us close
and it won't help me love you
What the f**k do I even say?
I don't know where the f**k I'm going
because I feel I've lost my way
It's like this is eating my life
and eating my brain
I don't know how to stop this s**t
from eating my f*****g face
It almost pains me
to see what I wrote
How lovey dovey I was
because now my heart chokes
You'd think me accustomed
to just being alone,
but my chest was full of heat
and my eyes so full of hope
My hands haven't held yours,
but if they could do that now,
would yours feel soft or coarse?
Would your smile give me one too
or instead a frown?
Would my arms squeeze you,
or fall to my side?
Is there a fence between us?
Could I still be yours, and you mine?
It's like tossing and turning in bed
except I'm standing up
and this is happening in my head
I don't know if I'm stuck
or if something stuck inside me
It's like Hell or Limbo
Since it's like the world's asking me

How low can you go?

Author's Note

opinions welcome