ThatInkedGuyWithSteel's blog: "Poems"

My chest is heaving as I'm breathing
- heavy thoughts out -
and I scream my anger to skies, my pain, this shits inside my brain and I swear I can't take the strain.
A never ending rain drowning me, slain. Shift the lane and see
- the derranged mess that got up -
to take over the rest.

Vestibule is no longer a word where the personalities revolve faster as the door keeps spinning and each new grinning face is at a different pace and each one is laced with the knowledge of being able to see right through you.

I'm standing here with my head in my hands
- these tears are falling -
but they flow with the viscosity of blood and its a flood each time the knife falls to my skin. If you were where I stood, then things would be good, but like the hangman
- you wear a hood -
to disguise how you never wanted to care that deeply for a friend you thought was mentally abused.

You're unable to tell me where you stand
- cause you rather ignore -
the symptoms you see then face the cause, which is me. So my emotions? I crimped em off 
-from you ever seeing -
a side of me you thought was worth the time.

Here's something to believe..

I know where I stand,
I know where I stand.
Do you know where you stand?