Apr 7
As it all sinks into black ink
And flecks of white paints the sky,
I can’t help but think
How I screamed till my throat ran dry.
Sharp, harsh voices, cutting across the silence
Made my throat go raw.
I let out all my feelings in noise, for I hate to choose violence.
And during the still of the night, when not a soul saw
That was when I needed guidance.
Cause under that night sky, my voice thundered into a jar.
I just needed to feel the adrenaline,
Of being in pain,
Being weak,
Confused,
Hurt,
Constrained,
Useless,
Misunderstood,
Small.
So I can finally understand them all
And flecks of white paints the sky,
I can’t help but think
How I screamed till my throat ran dry.
Sharp, harsh voices, cutting across the silence
Made my throat go raw.
I let out all my feelings in noise, for I hate to choose violence.
And during the still of the night, when not a soul saw
That was when I needed guidance.
Cause under that night sky, my voice thundered into a jar.
I just needed to feel the adrenaline,
Of being in pain,
Being weak,
Confused,
Hurt,
Constrained,
Useless,
Misunderstood,
Small.
So I can finally understand them all
Experimenting more on descriptive poems
Idk why, but i wanna have that feeling of crying. Especially the one after crying, like, u know. It’s so relieving. It’s good to cry once in a while, but i have no reason to rn.
Idk why, but i wanna have that feeling of crying. Especially the one after crying, like, u know. It’s so relieving. It’s good to cry once in a while, but i have no reason to rn.
