They say mental illness
Isnt drowning
Yet everyday I walk around
Holding my mind to the ground
Suffocating with all the Racing
thoughts in my mind
When will mental illness be kind?
With sorrows words pacing
In my mind
You are the author of
your own life
Let the battle field
Rest one more night
Let the the light
Find you
Am I the only one trapped,
In a lonely fight?
The one swept under the scraps,
Words will be your pain,
Strength will be your gain.
Lonely flower gardens,
Withering away,
Is your fate going astray?
The sad sight of flowers withering away,
While your soul is going astray.
Life is just a forgone conclusion,
Working through the silly desires of life,
Forgetting about life's necessities,
Tucking away the struggles you no longer desire,
I hated my own reflection,
Even when I knew there was no such thing as perfection,
I've found hell,
Even when I'm still breathing,
You taught me how to cope,
But it was no hope,
When you think you've lost your way,
You wake up for another day
The tunnels echo in my brain,
Dark and full of despair,
Being broken is just a way station,
For your happinesses vacation.
YOU ARE READING
What should be said...Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I write over time. All have strong meaning to me and all discuss random important topics. Please ignore some spelling/grammar errors you see I write a lot of the time when it's night time. Thank you for reading.
