Bottling up

Past unravelling, demons all gathering.
Thinly veiled façade, shattering.
Yet, I'm still the only person mad at me.

Undeserved, undying love, ignored.
Pour my sorrows in a tall glass.
Horrors drank from my small flask.

Bruises from self abusing and I don't fight back.

Thoughts unsaid, building up in my head.
Explosion now imminent.
Too scared to confess my deepest regrets.
Implosion set to crush all that was once intimate.

Hollow husk flying frivolous, mind no longer into it.

I long for deeper purpose, but It's been so long.
I don't know how...

Stuck in the shallow part of the sea of life.
Perhaps, getting comfy now.
But if I fall asleep, I still may drown.