WHEN YOU CALL ME EMPTY/STOP MY STORM

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”