angie

a buzzing bee flying in loops a crying child wailing for hours, a ticking time bomb about to go boom, these are the sounds that lead to doom. a ticking clock, a scream of pain, a struck of lightning that shakes up the whole room. what are these sounds? they're unbearable, please make it stop for I am at doom. oh what are these sounds? oh what are these sounds? they' re hurting my sanity, for I am at the peak of doom-.

I gaze upon myself for all I see is me, we may look alike for we are different, a shattered mirror, a shattered twin. we may look alike, but we are not the same

I am a free bird ready to fly and see the world, but when people don't seem to care I always start to cry. I always try to stand up but they always find a way to push me down, where I can't get back up again. why is it so hard to make people understand? and why is it so hard to stand, I'll always have to try,try,try but it still doesn't make sense

I love you- three words that people yarn for a feeling that is not just emotional but physical. to be able to sacrifice everything to be loved the feeling of being loved like the sun rising after the night, the strength needed to survive. a beautiful feeling that may not last forever losing it is a nightmare, a nightmare that cannot be woken from. cherish it while you can, a feeling that is rare to feel, is going to take a while to heal

tears swelling in your eyes, throat locked up with heavy chains, mind racing with thousands of words unable to be said. Mutual feelings, yet a different reason, questions asked repeatedly with no one to answer. a kick to the guts weighing you down. no words to express this feeling no words to believe. an empty room with no windows no light in sight nothing bright. darkness whispering secrets in your ear pushing you deeper into the abyss no where to go no where to hide. no arms around to bring you upright. forever alone in your little dome waiting for your set of light to make things right.

If I were to stay quiet would things have changed? If I were to keep to myself would they ask questions? Like a girl on mute- wishing to speak. I have the mouth for words to go flying and I wish to be quiet. words used like swords thrown to a chest. words used to bring smiles on a face yet here I stand wishing my words stay shut my words are neither good nor bad yet they always set fire. to have words is a thrill but I would want to keep shut.

there are words sitting behind my teeth wishing to break free. like a door locked without a key. they ask questions that I can't answer. why have a voice if I can't speak? like an empty chair that no one would sit on. It's useless... I have words that want to be said. but does it matter? would they ask if they cared? a voice disappearing without a owner. useless. a storm without an end is like a voice without a sound. why say it if it's never heard.

the sound of rain drips off walls splash splash splash onto the floor It's so dark and peaceful that's how I like it all you can hear is rain and thunder outside the door. you can hear your own heart beat everywhere why cant it stop? there's nothing wrong until you realize that you're gone where am I you may ask. your in your head all relaxed you go through your memory of you having fun with friends and family. how could anyone take that away?

knock knock. whose there? sadness. sadness who? there's sadness inside of me It's so dark and empty inside I don't know what went wrong. I try to find happiness but it wont stick. I try to have some fun and hope it will be done. and as you see there's no smile no laughter no singing and every time it stings me. can you feel my saddness-? can you feel my pain?

silent room full with rumbles. stares like daggers. a mouth taped shut anxiety building up strength with full force. the clock ticking. seconds feeling like minutes. minutes feeling like hours. tick tock tick tock. worlds looping over another. is this going to end? I wonder.. is my life going to end? tick tock