the deep bellowing of the pain in my chest. it comes and goes, comes and goes. stays at the least expected times, and then goes again.
like everything else in my life. comes, and goes. and sometimes i am so used to things going, that i push everything as far away as i can.
i dont talk to you, because you wont understand.
you’ve even admitted to not understanding.
i thought by now, at this age, i would be past teenage methods of relief.
it doesn’t get any better, it only gets worse.
i am digging through old boxes, and old veins, for the relief that quieted everything for brief amounts of time, without fail.
fail. something i do professionally.
except at one insignificant thing.
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Hey ReNDeR:
Hope all is well with you:). I just want to tell you to hold in there. We all feel like noone understand us or understand what it is that we are going through sometimes. And truth is, most of the times, we are correct. But even so, that doesn’t mean that we cannot talk to someone about it. I honestly do not know what you are going through but I have faith in you that you are going to overcome every negative feeling that you are going through. You are a strong individual.
P.S. You should enter this into a poetry competition because I can tell that you are a very artistic, poetic individual. May peace be with you:). If you ever need to vent…contact me at angeloflight91@hotmail.com