i need to express
create
express
let everything that goes on in my mind out
so many thoughts i think
so many thoughts think me
god they fucking scream
the words can’t escape the hold — my tongue chokes on all of them
tight and tense it’s grasp on me
suffucating the air out of my lungs
waiting for my death to come, I ponder;
all my life i’ve only been met by silence from everyone I love
i ask why, a reply i don’t often get
being told who I am by people who didn’t take the time to get to know me
so can you blaming for needing to know your pathology?
please open up and tell me
