His Feelings Read Count : 14

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

What must I do?


What must I do?


The thoughts I hear, they scratch at my skull. They rip, they chew, they spit, they claw at my skull.


What must I do to make them stop? 


Must I scream, must I cry, must I always let them tear my mind until they die alongside me? 


Everyday, I see the trees. . . they are so happy with the others. I long to be like them, to be with them, to be one of them. 


I go unnoticed for the days, every single day from the others. 


I walk home with melancholy thoughts, and they walk along with me.


They have always walked along with me, a dark shadow cast over me.

Comments

  • Carlee Allison

    Carlee Allison

    that sucks

    Apr 13, 2019

  • Isabella Watkins

    Isabella Watkins

    this is relatable

    Apr 13, 2019

Log Out?

Are you sure you want to log out?