The constant feeling of being trapped.
And literally being trapped. As I sit out in my backyard for the fear of being stuck inside of my own home.
The anxiety of wasting daylight.
The fear I will turn into nothingness. The feeling of feeling. The thoughts and emotions. The fear, the anger, the sadness, the terror.
My mind can spiral out of control at any given moment. I quake in my skin, I am alone in this world and I deserve to be alone. I am nothing but a demon that ruins people's minds and passion rushes out of me like a river. I cannot be contained.
I am a volcano that has erupted.
Now I become silent and dormant for another lifetime. And waste away as the world passes me by.
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The Patterns of Bloom
PoetryShort poems that describe mental illness, heartbreak, growth, love and the ups and downs of life. Many could resonate, many could close their eyes and feel what I feel. In a way these poems are little windows all of you can look through, yes, these...
