Rolling,
soft and slow.
Waves of black
are left behind.
Alone with myself-
yet Crowded.
Thoughts unknown
and screams unheard.
It aches-
The hatred of myself,
growing into something more.
Deceiving my reflection
with a meaningless smile.
Needing an escape.
Still alone-
it rolls
quiet and gentle,
forced from within-
I Cry.
soft and slow.
Waves of black
are left behind.
Alone with myself-
yet Crowded.
Thoughts unknown
and screams unheard.
It aches-
The hatred of myself,
growing into something more.
Deceiving my reflection
with a meaningless smile.
Needing an escape.
Still alone-
it rolls
quiet and gentle,
forced from within-
I Cry.
