Pressure

Waking up on broken glass
My veins can’t take the pressure
I didn’t know
-couldn’t know-
That this twist in my life
Would be the hardest.

I made a mistake
I took the wrong road,
The road spiraling me
Toward my destruction.
Help me-
Please, someone save me.

I’m living in a constant nightmare.
No, I can’t, I’m not anymore
I was… I’m not… We need
To discuss this, please, I
Just need you to listen.

What I say, how I feel,
It’s just jumbled, I’m irrevocably
Damaged in the sea of my thoughts.

My songs
My voice

Damaged before you, with you,
For you. Its up to you to
Save me. I’m sure of it.
This twist in my life
Will be the hardest, my
Mistakes; broken glass.
Save me from the pressure.

June 21, 2010

A working title for the life span of my writing. Included are formal structure poems. Mostly free form poetry. Also includes short fiction pieces, short stories, and plays. Some photos, inspirational quotes, and perhaps some gifs? Maybe some thoughts? Who knows anymore!?
this is my writing journal. not my personal. just inspiration, and my work.

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