Pressure
The pressure in my head grows,
It expands against my skull,
There no room left to think,
Another thought and I may just fracture,
A crack is all it takes,
That’s all I need to master.
Their running back and forth,
Round and round in my head,
They just wont stop, thoughts that terrify me,
Please just let me be.
They slice through me
And tear me apart,
Each one more painful than the last,
But not as painful as the next will be,
Please just go away.
Blood flows from me,
Each drop letting my thoughts
Be set free into the world,
The blood can let them know,
Let them know what they’re doing to me,
Maybe if I lose enough,
All of them will go,
The locks will open,
The light will be seen,
The over caste shone into,
My winds could spread out,
I could fly, fly away to where I will be happy.
Copyright © Natasha Evans | Year Posted 2007
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