Fight or flight
I feel that quite often
Wether is be in a hallway of a school with unfamiliar people
Or from under the comforter that I made with my own hands
Sometimes it's an immediate reaction. It only happens for a split second.
Sometimes it's a feeling that won't go away until you do
Until you melt away, leaving a pile of nerves and bones on your grave you once called a bed
Falling and falling
And falling
Never hitting the bottom
Only the bottom of your skull.
Some times, I feel like a burning house
But it's only burning the furniture that I've worked so hard to build up
It's burning a hole through the barriers, but not the walls
The insulation keeping the heat so perfectly trapped.
The house I am surrounded in, by so many others
But the flame is what keeps it different
It's What keeps me alive
That's one of my greatest fears
Becuase no matter how many people you meet
No matter how many people you befriend
You'll stop texting one day
And you'll be alone.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
