This game my mind plays, is not a fun one For I don’t enjoy being woken by pain An aching feeling, like I’ve nothing to gain Too much strain, on my heart Enough to make me feel that life is falling apart So many missing parts to a puzzle I can’t even begin to start I wish you’d leave me alone Let me live my life Without dropping demons, that aren’t even mine to fight
We were laying in bed and I was drowning in your gaze. You wrapped your arms around me and slowly whispered in my ear that I was a national treasure to you. You told me my essence, my power, and my presence overwhelmed you and that I was your Niagara Falls.
s w i n g me high, s w i n g me back and forth, s w i n g me so i can taste being free s w i n g me away from the horrors of the world s w i n g me towards the peaceful, clear, endless sky s w i n g me back to childhood, where everything was exhilarating and pure s w i n g me to paradise s w i n g me away.
the only escape i have is in the park where i feel free once again, before reality of the world surfaced and snatched my innocence away...
the red is far too deafening - shut palms around my ears and yet the world is on screaming fire. my finger joints crack in my eardrums while the sunflowers roll in the mud. firecracker red; fire engine red took a nap in a sack, the sun never goes away.
if i may i would turn to pray to a man up in city hall where the crowds prey,
i'm asking for a bellyache from hunger, a shadow to leave my body - not quite the youthful sunshine with flaming ash in the air.
please be quiet - you're neither the hysterical patient, nor one who needs the normalising medicine - you would not wish. it is growing on me, much like a generous parasite.
my chest is a black hole that takes the air I breath from my lungs, quickly imploding in on itself. the molecules of my cells wanted to get out of this black pit of anxiousness, but the gravity was too strong to escape the overwhelming matter
my heart is a jackhammer that palpitates adrenaline-filled blood through the highways of my vessels, as if one wrong turn would cause the vehicles of blood cells to collide with the walls of my arteries and veins 'til it ruptures.
my mind is a tornado formed by the hot and cold air of worst-case-scenarios that ***** in whatever is left from the village of my sanity, leaving behind destruction and remnants of mental strain.
my muscles are ropes in a game of tug-of-war between opposing teams of stress and anxiety that tenses up the fibers of my being, causing burns across the length of back and leaving me unable to move, until the only thing left it can do is reach a breaking point that creates tassels of exhaustion
Oh, God. Please give me rest.
Self-expectations and pressures are exhausting my strength. Also, it’s exam season so the overwhelming amount information leaves me frozen and not knowing what to do.