my feelings keep whining in my ear,
whispering things that i don’t wanna hear,
branding their curse onto my shoulders,
a heavy weight like a ton of boulders.
my heart wrenches forward in an attempt to escape the torment,
but the waging war won’t give my heart and mind a moment.
i’m bruised all over,
my skin was warm,
but it’s getting colder.
the voice of truth can get drained out by the rain,
i try to yell and thrash against my brain,
but the pain…
it has adopted my name.