The day I break...

Emotions escape from my heart, but never leave my mouth,
Anger flows through my veins, to my fists, filling up my head.
Sadness gets to my knees, and never fails to reach my eyes.
Sometimes it gets too much I start to feel numb, feel dead.

Its my temporary relief, attempting to help me breathe,
but the more I breathe, the more I live, the more I think,
Thoughts are the source, is it really all just a state of mind?
heavy thoughts fall onto my heart, I begin to sink.

Slowly going down, with anger and sadness picking at me,
taking bits of my heart, and throwing them away.
turning it into a jagged weapon, hearts always speak.
Today's the day a voice is found, finally, I break away