The people
Who notice
Broken smiles
Are the ones
That have
Their own
How are they
Supposed to
Save someone else
When they
Can't even
Save themself
From darkness
And pain
That hides behind
The dreaded
Fake smile
That fools
Them all

By Nabs

Have you ever heard
the sound of the wind dying?

It sounds a lot like your hoarse crying.

Broken moons, stifled sobs
smell of cardamom and pain.
Angry strokes, lightning brush
across this singed canvas.

Paint me with a storm.
Paint me with a storm.

Guttural rumble of disagreement,
muted in its pallor.
Second hand embarrassment
is lethal to the skin.

Broken bottles, broken souls
stuck in a machination of malfunctioning systems.
we never had control in the first place.

We put energies in our sorrows,
forgetting to store them for our backbone.
No wonder we can't stand straight
and look up to the sun.

"Amnesia", we would plead.
Cause all we remember is how to bleed.

Have you ever heard
the sound of the wind dying?

It sounds a lot like the day we went crashing.

I just read a quote,
it may explain why I can be so snappy
especially to people I love most,
to people I envision as perfection,
you see 'some people are so broken,
they get mad at you for being whole.'

See s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ it aches so much,
but you don't feel it.
S̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ I find everything so hard,
but you're the one gleaming with confidence.
I'll take my digs where I can.
you see 'some people are so broken,
they get mad at you for being whole.'

It's no excuse I know,
i'm not trying to feed guilt into your perfect soul.
I just wanted to you to see,
I wont realise what i'm doing till it's done,
I will always do it,
you see 'some people are so broken,
they get mad at you for being whole.'

Even my poetry is broken,
please don't write any,
I'll only get mad.