You don't know it
but the things you tell me, cuts my Heart
It's bleading, the blood is dripping.
Drip, drip, drip
I try to defend myself
but you won't listen, standing there with deaf Ears
No sound to be heard, only a moving mouth.
Silence, silence, silence
I try to run,
but you keep pushing me down, my Feet are stuck to the ground
I'm forced to listen, I cannot move.
Stuck, stuck, stuck
I try to focus,
but my mind is detonating, the Words are crushing against my skull
They keep coming, hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Pound, pound, pound
The rage inside of me - I cannot handle it.
Please won't you listen?
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
You don't know it
but the things you tell me, cuts my Heart
It's bleading, the blood is dripping.
Drip, drip, drip
I try to defend myself
but you won't listen, standing there with deaf Ears
No sound to be heard, only a moving mouth.
Silence, silence, silence
I try to run,
but you keep pushing me down, my Feet are stuck to the ground
I'm forced to listen, I cannot move.
Stuck, stuck, stuck
I try to focus,
but my mind is detonating, the Words are crushing against my skull
They keep coming, hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Pound, pound, pound
The rage inside of me - I cannot handle it.
Please won't you listen?
© Iman A. Kole 2014