When it hurts
When the heart hurts it carries heavy words that engrave dangerous emotions across the mind and face.
A heavy light that enhances a complete shutdown. Though none can explain it nor know how to open it. And when I cry in the darkest of nights the silence echoes.
I spread none of my wretched sourness into the world. No one knows my pain. Nor the bittersweet agony that threatens to tear me apart.
They only have a glimpse of the irritation that riddles the surface. The slightest of extortion I ply to extract any form of hatred.
No longer do I want to be seen. Nor do I want to express gleeful smiles. My heart is broken for a million and one reasons but all I can really say is I cannot trust.
One word seals the wound and my walls begin to recover. Those moments when so many call me cold and heartless is when I have built my defenses again.
It may hurt when I am shouted as such but to be a billion pieces in seconds, no thank you. Once with one is enough. A lifetime of healing and distance.
Those etched emotions I cannot describe are sheltered once more. Tended to so I won't be torn again.
To not be destroyed for the purpose of laughter and dissection. I trace my scars well. I learn from the tattoos they stain upon me. I have found me once more.
Here I remain.
A heavy light that enhances a complete shutdown. Though none can explain it nor know how to open it. And when I cry in the darkest of nights the silence echoes.
I spread none of my wretched sourness into the world. No one knows my pain. Nor the bittersweet agony that threatens to tear me apart.
They only have a glimpse of the irritation that riddles the surface. The slightest of extortion I ply to extract any form of hatred.
No longer do I want to be seen. Nor do I want to express gleeful smiles. My heart is broken for a million and one reasons but all I can really say is I cannot trust.
One word seals the wound and my walls begin to recover. Those moments when so many call me cold and heartless is when I have built my defenses again.
It may hurt when I am shouted as such but to be a billion pieces in seconds, no thank you. Once with one is enough. A lifetime of healing and distance.
Those etched emotions I cannot describe are sheltered once more. Tended to so I won't be torn again.
To not be destroyed for the purpose of laughter and dissection. I trace my scars well. I learn from the tattoos they stain upon me. I have found me once more.
Here I remain.
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