Wednesday 21 January 2015

Hoarders

We're all hoarders by nature,
Holding on to,
A little bit of this,
A tiny scrap of that,
Pictures,
Memories,
Emotions,
People,
Feelings,
And sometimes we forget,
That we felt this way before,
Or loved before,
And it all goes,
To bitter,
Bitter,
Ash,
Dust,
A mess that stays.

~Rei Shiori

If only you knew

I am slowly melting,
Dripping,
Falling apart,
Under the pressure,
Of being me,
And this persistent buzzing,
Of voices in my head,
It never goes away,
So I snap at you,
And everyone else too,
And I talk too loud,
Because I don't want,
To hear the demons in my brain,
Tearing my sanity to pieces,
Even as I speak,
To say I'm ok,
I walk slow,
To stave off this aching,
And I sleep later,
To tire out myself from thinking,
I don't dare dream,
Because my hands,
They are always full of blood,
And I worry,
I'm slowly going crazy,
If only you knew how I worry.

~Rei Shiori