Aired Out Feelings

Mental necessities; Deep breath, go outside, be social. Disruption followed by the cries of others; What I need. Cuts between He and I heals differently. He chose a band aid. I chose to let the cut breath. Moments of sorrow, Sighs to mix with the minutes of deep thoughts; I wanted to scream. Knowledge and acknowledgment; Close ones can't help as well as the demons in my head. Faulted towers can fall gracefully, yet I, a broken soul, cannot fall. These unwanted hands, words, comparison's; nothing will let me break down. I wanted to fall and rise from my own pile of ashes and gravel. Sealed lips, These eyes scream ballads of a man's bottled-emotion. I was never prescribed medication, Though I was assigned tasks to take deep breaths, Go outside, Be social. Thirty seconds to mars was sang, yet no one could heard these screams asking, "What if I wanted to break?" I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw things; I wanted to run away and go missing to find myself. I air out my wounds, Though everyone recommends a band-aid.