Not here
For I am a broken mind. Lethal to myself and others.
I am a shattered soul with nothing left to give. I breathe but I am not living.
I'm awake but I am sleepwalking. I am here but I am so far away. What will it take for happiness to come my way? What will I become? What have I become? I am nothingness, I float in a sea of grey. The abyss is dark and I fear it. I lie in wait to become its forever slave to the void.
"What are you thinking about?"
"...nothing."
That is how it will be forever until the end. I breathe but I feel trapped. Trapped broken nothingness.
Is this really what being human is supposed to be like?
If it is, I don't want to be here anymore.
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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...
