A mist clouds over my being,
Saturating the lungs that want to sing,
I feel tears that yearn to come out,
My entire body just wants to shout.
But quiet tears remain within,
With words trapped—a voice grows thin,
What is this mist that surrounds my heart,
God **** it, I just want to tear it apart.
To rip myself open and wide,
And hear my soul that has cried,
What is this mist clouding within,
Stifling myself, my feelings therein.
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
A mist clouds over my being,
Saturating the lungs that want to sing,
I feel tears that yearn to come out,
My entire body just wants to shout.
But quiet tears remain within,
With words trapped—a voice grows thin,
What is this mist that surrounds my heart,
God **** it, I just want to tear it apart.
To rip myself open and wide,
And hear my soul that has cried,
What is this mist clouding within,
Stifling myself, my feelings therein.
