You've no idea what comes after the goodbyes
After all the fun at the end of then night
When I walk away and head back home
Into my house but I leave my smile outside
I get into my room with the light still off
And the voice in my head screams even louder
At first it's like a fire burning in a barrel
Eventually I let the flames devour
In the middle of the night at its peak
I find myself fearing tomorrow
No suicidal thoughts but I fantasize death
Than a life filled with constant sorrow
The silence in my room is killing me
Especially when I feel the need to speak
The room seems darker than before
And I start to feel claustrophobic
All I can do is scribble my thoughts
Pen and paper, no razor, no drugs
About a man having issues with emotions
Writing about how he needs a hug
Then somehow I manage to fall asleep
Wake up the next morning to the same old me
I pick up the papers and read the lines
And then I show it off as poetry
2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem