Everytime
Out alone I am,
Either shut up and wilt away,
Or I'd pour on people
Hidden, awful
Indescribable mood swings.
Hear me.
To be
Accused as I'd done
Nothing,
Feels harder to breathe
Each time, and the more I
Kill. Whoever I love.
Hear me.
Strumming,
Plucking the strings
Of unknown emotions,
Listen, or mute on heart-wrecked
Headphones
Was my guitar.
Hear me.
Knock knock?
Doodles on door; mine.
The black, blood and violent
Purple, all in
Confused fury, I paint them
Alive.
Hear me. |
Submission Name: Hear me.
