Crash

A poem I wrote.

Silence that's all I knew and I feed it for far too long,
until it grew into a massive load 50 train loads long.

I gave it all my thought and I let it consume my soul until nothing I could have done would make me feel and good at all.

I knew there were bad days but I was never ever prepared for these,
 and how could I be?

they were so unexpected and unseen,
 I feed these thoughts I watered them and allowed them to grow as weeds where beautiful flowers could of been
but only painful sticker burrs remain;
Reminders of my own f**k ups pricked into my legs,
other people didn't help because they made me become mislead.

They Like mirrors only reflected what I thought of myself,
 I broke them and the shattered glass still stood
because I could not sweep the memories away.