Only Thought

September 5, 2015

 

I sit pondering on the conversation I just left

My mind wanders to a place I have now found
Close to the ground and far from the sky

Alone in this state, feeling no urge to cry

I vomit my words, honest but why

As I fail to have reason, to escape my drowned mind

I hate my honesty sometimes

It weighs on me, like a blanket when you have over slept.

I puke in this stained bed with nothing in me, for thoughts do not lie

I puke in this stained bed with nothing in me, but a silent voice that keeps me awake

I am suffocating, in, this, place

I breathe to escape but honesty gives me company

So I hide in this bed

So I hide in this bed

So I hide in this silent place where honesty can't be heard

Only thought

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