hidden feelings
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Don't worry
There's no need
It's mild.
I have no need to scrub my skin raw
No need to compulsively arrange objects in a specific order
I do not quadruple-check windows, doors, the stove, my car
I have feelings I say
They tell me to put them away
I want them to stay
Without them, I would be astray
I did not mean to disobey
But I have feelings I say
You can’t come?
Oh that’s okay, it’s no big deal
(I planned this for hours!)
When things don’t work out I can still smile
Because it’ll be okay eventually
(I really don’t know if I believe that anymore)
The anger boils in your blood,
The heat rises in your body,
The rage fills your veins,
And it all becomes unbearable.
There is no release,
She had a mouth full of metal
Spent her nights running from horses
and riding her days after dreams
Dry sobs are the worst.
The tears you feel coming
But never let escape.
The repairs for a sick heart
Poisoned by your own stubborn ways.
When you know how much it hurts
