I'm seething
By an indescribable hurt
An insurmountable pain
A never ending ache
in the place where my heart used to be.
I have just enough cheer to sell it
A few more painted smiles and I'm done
For the week,
Probably forever.
I cannot see straight
The edges of my visions are blurry
And I understand rage.
It's not anger
Not sadness
But a sort of medium.
It's an amount of pain,
An emotional scab,
That took so much blood
that you can't breath
Can't hear
Can't think.
Your heart stops
And you snap.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
I'm seething
By an indescribable hurt
An insurmountable pain
A never ending ache
in the place where my heart used to be.
I have just enough cheer to sell it
A few more painted smiles and I'm done
For the week,
Probably forever.
I cannot see straight
The edges of my visions are blurry
And I understand rage.
It's not anger
Not sadness
But a sort of medium.
It's an amount of pain,
An emotional scab,
That took so much blood
that you can't breath
Can't hear
Can't think.
Your heart stops
And you snap.
