Noodle finds communicating hard. On the times noodle try’s to communicate things blow up. So this is noodle giving up.

Lets ignore everything under this comment :grin:

Bottled

I bottle it up, again and again,

Stacking silence like glass in my chest.

Smile on the outside, storm on the in,

Convincing the world I’m fine I rest.

But the bottle can’t hold every ache,

It swells with the weight I pretend to fake.

Until it cracks in a quiet night,

And all my feelings rush to fight.

I cry not gently, not soft or small,

But loud like thunder breaking the wall.

It hurts, so deeply I forget to breathe,

So I claw my skin for some kind of release.

It’s not what I want it’s a war I relive,

A moment of pain for the peace it can give.

Then tears again, hot and wild and real,

Because the hurt is louder than what I conceal.

I wish I could talk before I break,

Be heard without bleeding, loved without ache.

But for now, I’m here with shaky hands,

Just trying to survive what no one understands.

Evb I talk to is asleep. So now I’m just awake.

I should probably find someone to talk to.