quiet halls

free style...need a release. whatever comes, comes

Past midnight now,

sober,

alone.

The hallway is so quiet as my roomates rest.

I rest not.

Fighting so hard to not let me control...me

Losing tonight.

Queit halls echo silence

and i can hear my lonley heart beat.

Its loud in my chest

When the panic comes.

No medication, only thoughts.

And truth.

And lies.

And dissapointment.

I've lied to myself.

Not believing, only trying.

Whilst other peoples sadness enrages my own.

The anger makes it rise to the surface.

How can I help others when I can't help myself.

A wasted night.

week.

month.

year.

life.

A wasted life,

Outside quiet halls.

The spark ignights.

I wish I was drunk.

I wish I was numb.

Then the cut wouldn't hurt so bad.

 

Author's Note

I edited nothing, just wrote and posted.

Reviews

[Jillian]

I love you and hear you! Dont edit this piece, its its raw form that makes it so powerful.

[Veronica Franco]

Oh Bobby,

So honest and real. I am hear if you need someone to talk to

[The Lady Anasteja]

ut-oh bobby, is it coming back? never stays away, does it? straight from the heart..more so the mind. truthful write, monk. i'm sorry for that.

[Samantha Koshiol]

awesome write :) i really enjoyed this. very personal, and a lot of people can probably relate. i love how you went from wasted nights to, a wasted life. and the lines
"I wish I was drunk. I wish I was numb."
so telling and truthful. great job. I really enjoy a lot of your writing.

[nostal]

Cool.