How Much?
How much longer till midnight?
How much longer will the clock keep counting down?
How much longer can it be ignored before I lose it all?
Welling up in my soul,
I bury it down.
How much farther do I have to go?
How much longer until it hides in the unknown?
How much deeper will I have to dig?
Be pleasant,
Smile and sit still.
How much more grace can I muster?
How much more pleasant can I force my demeanor?
How much more until I crack?
My lies are catching up,
Time’s almost up.
How harder can I bite my tongue?
How much pressure does it take to draw blood?
How silent can I be until I break apart?
Will my needs ever be met,
Doesn’t matter now you’re all I have left.
For you I will bite my tongue,
For you I will hold back my tears,
For you I will swallow my screams,
For you I will stop feeling.
You are everything to me.
I will not be your burden to bear.
So to keep you happy:
I will bury my emotions,
My needs,
My heart,
Here.
-A.M. Elliott
02.21.2021
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