There is a weight in silence
it highlights our flaws and violence
the drip of a leaky tap
weighing heavy on nerves waiting to crack
there is suffering in fitting in
acting like someone I have never been
alone in a crowded yet empty room
surrounded by masks that consume
there is deceit in consuming to feel
always seeking yet escaping anything real
craving one feeling then the next
of misery is all it shall beget
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
There is a weight in silence
it highlights our flaws and violence
the drip of a leaky tap
weighing heavy on nerves waiting to crack
there is suffering in fitting in
acting like someone I have never been
alone in a crowded yet empty room
surrounded by masks that consume
there is deceit in consuming to feel
always seeking yet escaping anything real
craving one feeling then the next
of misery is all it shall beget
this was wrote while very drunk in a pub garden
