Emotionally destroyed
Physically dead
My mind isn't mine anymore
It's held hostage instead
It's playing the brokenness
As if it were a record
A favorite song on repeat
No matter how cruel and absurd the beat
It's put on display
Like a puppet on strings
To play this game called life
But with a twinge of cruelty
It's sang aloud
In the streets of sorrow
A symphony of grief
Trapped in today, repeated tomorrow
Underneath it all
Is a spell of depression
It haunts those near it
Repeats all of the lessons
That were once brought upon me
But not by my own will
It was seeping deep down into my skin
Leaving burns and marks down it's trail
It's like a poison sitting on the shelf
Waiting for it's victim
To come on over and have a seat
And sip from the brim
This brim will bring back memories
Of past mistakes and regrets
It'll put a glow on the most painful of them all
And twist them to how he liked it
It will ache and cut deep
Filling away the holes played through the symphony
It's tormented and played as a puppet
Haunting those near
If only they could get a break-
From all who leer
It would only be fair
To spare her one night
But this is the world
Where pain and torment is all right
This is the place where one can kill
Another or their own mind
Whatever they feel
This is not a home
This is not "peace"
This is a horror ripping at the seams
And although this place doesn't feel like home
I'm making it through
I'll live it out until I'm out and can't fight anymore
I'll live it out until there is nothing more to do
That is when I will be of peace, for I will be home bound.
Home Bound 7/20/22 08:06
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesiaJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
