thoughts

like undone assignments
or volcanoes that are dormant
like those party poopers
a madman that only knows brutal

whole map of clustered mess
who expects nothing but the best
filled with sighs with no rest
a soul staring without zest

fatigue surrounds her shell
despite the eyes closing out hell
tonight she holds her breath
'had to check if this was real death'

for everyday felt like death

anxiety;

eye closed, it feels acidic
can't wait to finally cry
is she still alive
will he ever come back

what's wrong
the same old shell,
yet this time she's filled to the brim
with tornado, a hurricane in her brain

flap above the water,
but the game has yet ended
tangled ropes between her feets
thoughts that hurt her heart at 3am

all these weights on her wings
insecure winds wear her down
she's blown into the uncertain future
no one has to know, she'll deal with it on her own

it gulps her alive
couldn't they be merciful, at least kill her first
tonight she dies again
so often, it's almost like returning home

only the irony is she's always homed
no worries, fix it up and home works again
hopefully, she reaches her destination
before tape runs out

and again, her eyes closed
she blinks, waiting for light to bleed in
but at least for tonight
she manages to convince herself that all's fine