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Aug 2018
Something is piercing me
Something is stripping me
My skin is learning to stretch
My bones are moving
My veins are snapping
And i dont know whats happening
My body cant take the sudden change
Is this real or is this a game
What is my body trying to do
My mind is taking over once again
Im feeling my blood boiling
It wants to move
And i dont know what this means
I don't know what to do
As i try to see i go blind
As i try to hear i go deaf
As a try to breathe i choke
As a try to speak i go mute
So how can i explain the pain
Theres only one way
What is a paintbrush and how does it work
What is a picture and how do i draw
Why cant i speak
Why cant i give my story
So now these tears i cry
Now its really hard to explain
And as i try,
My blood boils
As i try to speak,
My veins pull me down
My body is telling me not to speak
My mind is in control now
I close my eyes
And i see the memories
I close my eyes and i paint them with tears inside
But i cannot speak,
I cannot breathe
My hands are mobile
My body is able to move
Now i squeeze my brain,
I squeeze my body
Now i squeeze my skin
I squeeze my heart
Now i pierce my skin
I pierce my soul
The red liquid forced itself out of me
My body is drained
My body is weak
I paint to explain the pain
Written by
Caterina Correia  34/F/Bolton
(34/F/Bolton)   
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