Sometimes I wonder,
what would happen if you got the chance
to rip my skin off me,
and wear it like your own.
What would happen, if you ripped my heart out,
and put it in your own chest?
What would happen, if you opened my scull
and switched our brains.
I wonder, if I am weak,
or maybe you would fall to your knees,
if you heard all these voices screaming
in your head.
Maybe I am delicate,
or maybe you would crumble
under the weight of my thoughts.
Maybe I am overreacting,
or maybe you would want to
set your own skin on fire
just to numb the burning feeling inside.
Maybe I am crazy
or maybe you would understand
why sometimes I break
why I can't find the strength to stand,
why I would just lay in bed,
why I can't stop my tears from falling.
Maybe finally you would see
all these demons crawling.
Maybe you would understand
why sometimes I hate mornings.
Maybe you would understand
why I sometimes feel so calm in the darkness,
and sometimes I drown in it.
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BORDERLINE I & II
Poetry**Both books are available on Amazon!** "Borderline I" is the first book of an upcoming trilogy. A powerful collection of poetry dedicated to those, who feel, and those, who sometimes drown is those feelings. The poet intends to create a safe space...
