Quiet

Quiet, when the world seems to slow down and almost stop, making me wish I had the ability to think of super powers off the top, of my head when I’m thinking so deep, it’s impossible to drown on this steep, decline in my mental, making me feel unstable, thinking they value you, but they really just need any info, they can get on you, trying to get your, special place inside your head, the part that intrigues you about death, just so they can take that shit, making you look like an idiot in front of the people who matter the most, killing the side of me that needs to be close, to anyone trying to burst my bubble, even changing the type of clothes, I wear, making me look like trouble, stay humble, don’t stumble, making them blind to your struggle, keeping it all inside, even tho you don’t really hide, from much on the outside, feeling the rising tide, of my emotions, cold devotion, to the state of my head, always filling with dread, making me think, not wanting to drink, or wanting to smoke, I feel like I’ll choke, hands in my coat, walking this street I don’t know. Tonight might be my last night, alive.