Must be drained from his blood like the taste from her lips curved from her body It must be pinned down with her emotions crying under her skin over the broken *** screaming from her lost sobbing mind.
One could might hypothesize That the tears would have Drained more than The veins drawing out Of the confines of the muscle Pumping sweltering anger On such a transportation Of creating a new home Out of one recognized for three years.
The stacks upon stacks Of emotional drainage After the physical had worn out From problem after inconvenience After incompetency. A departure I wrote an outline for Before I stood at the border Of goodbyes, I quickly threw out.
The itch and discomfort, The aching and drainage The constant questions in my mind Throughout the entire time Divorced me from the clouds That I foresaw above us Hugging goodbyes. The storm was in the lies That made me hurt To see such discomfort in your eyes.
Here’s to the storm’s dispersion, No good deed can split the coming tidal wave.
Words come crashing in tides, Our past regrets haunting. The world is becoming broken And we’re left beyond repair. Sometimes we think we feel love But in the end it’s all thoughts. Each day we wake up afraid Of our mind and our flaws. Praying the sun will set, And the pain will end in soon, But really it’s not even done. All hope has been drained So finally we are feeling numb With no pain to ever recall.
People are not your medicine. I had to learn that the hard way. Both perspectives. The prescription taker. The prescription giver. Draining, heart wrenching, and sickening. I will no longer be the medicine past people have made me be. No longer giving all my oxygen and strength to those who won't try themselves. Sure, playing either role may be nice but at the end of the day, you're left sobbing quietly alone in your room just wishing the pain would subside. One thing to remember is, You cannot make people your medicine and you are not others
It’s like everyone around me can’t see my pain, it’s like there is something wrong with my brain. I’m feeling really drained, I think that I might go insane...how could I restrain? My chest is really heavy and my head is feeling wavy, I cannot keep steady. Where is my self control? I’m feeling completely un-hole. Something has taken over my soul and I have lost all control. I feel so hopeless, I don’t think that I can cope with this.