Blurr

My soul is shattering,
of all the wicked thoughts.
One thing over the other,
repulsing through my head.
Too many things,
keep me from the rest.
Too many things,
keep me from being who i am.
They thunder anxiously throughout my body.
To much bottled inside.
It's ruining me slowly.
The pain of knowing things,
not being said.
The joyful, the weary,
stays within my mind.
Never to be unleashed.
All the untold stories,
the things that leave me unspoken.
It's the amount of trust that you have for people that leaves you speechless and broken.
It leaves me unable to say what is needed.