in the stillness of night.. when the moon is this moving about.. i have no words..
i have no words..
to express. the pain.. and anxiety.. i feel.. my inner me screams for some relief..
when i was stressed.. i used to smoke.. until.. my hair started falling out.. and my health decreased..
these days.. i want a cigarette..
one slow drag.. to eased my nerve..
a constant banging nerve..
i have no words.. when the pain.. doesn't subside.. and i don't want to hide. the bitterness i feel..
when i can't smile..
and the only thing.. there is is..
real..
the real
type of real.. when life is kicking your ass. and you can't do anything about it.. but pray..
and i've prayed..
but yet..
here i am..
up at night..
two seconds. from the insomniac.. hour.. when there's no one to talk to and you wish.. there was someone you could scream at.. someone you could.. throw up your frustrations on..
when you are.. in.. a dead in.. and better is just a word they use. to make excuses for the shit that's really going on..
i have no words..
for struggles that.. are not as bad as others.but.. horrible to me.. because they
are mine..
not to be judges or reverenced.. just to be my own personal beef..
what is the pad..
without a venting post..
i have no words.. for the poems i write and nobody reads. because they can;t relate..
THIS IS NOT TV..
its POETRY..
something for when you are going through..
and the inner you
needs to speak..
to SCREAM..
TO WRITE IN CAPITAL LETTERS FOR THE REST OF THE DAMN POM BECAUSE INSIDE YOU ARE SCREAMING AND CRYING.. AND BRAKING THE FUCK DOWN...
and nobody can judge..
because..
you have no words.