I know that you don’t see
My brokenness inside
The way I cry at night
How I cower and I hide
You’ve never understood
How my weakness is within
That I am followed by my fear
And it prickles at my skin
But when you call me empty
Something in me starts to crack
I become the hunted
And you, the animal on attack
If you knew emptiness
The way I only do
Trust me, you’d hate it
If I called you empty, too
– jnf, “WHEN YOU CALL ME EMPTY”
I am told to take control
Of the weather in my head
To ignore those dark clouds
Dream a pleasant day instead
Apparently it’s that simple
Just push all the bad away
But that only stops the rain
My day is still as grey
I can’t adjust my mind
Just like I can’t control the sky
Outside my classroom window
That rages while I cry
There’s a storm inside my head
The grey and gloomy backdrop
To all these pointless words
Want to actually help it stop?
– jnf, “STOP MY STORM”
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