So much pain in poetry
It cracks my rib cage sometimes
To write what my mind is holding
Chained up in the back and
The rib cage is the cage and
My sternum is the lock and
If you’d be kind enough to take an axe and
Break a lock
Let the screams take over
It would be so nice you know
To bleed and feel the warmth of something in my chest
Since you’ve been filling my heart with ice
My body needs summer
Even if it means to die
So I will keep on writing this poetry
Because it cracks my rib cage open sometimes
It is the most beautiful pain in the world
you have to listen to loud music . it scares the evil creatures from your head
(via broken-from-memories)