The anger rushes up and gives me a high. The aching words hits the ceiling in high pitch volume.
I yell the words without a try. I don’t want to be here. I don’ t want to feel this way.
Make it stop ,all of this fear make it go away.
The words just go with a flow as I wipe away a tear. I can see a red light.
I can see a breakdown near. The feeling is out of control.
It’s some sort of rush. I can feel it eating away on my soul.
But still I don’t hush. The words come and go.They hurt so much.
The words are powerful ,and express pain… Like pens bursting in my heart pocket.
Only leaving a stain.
I don’t want to hear it.
Just make it fade.
I don’t want to play. The ice queen of spade.
Take away the emptiness.
Take away the knife.
Take away the loneliness.
Take away my life.
Is it gone yet? While I crawl out from under my bed.
Is it safe to cry. Behind closed curtains..
While the question hang in the air, WHY ???
Witten by : Pikkie x0x0x0