I'm back to pretending
nothing's wrong.
If I could
I'd be playing the same song
on repeat.
but it's been weeks
since the music has been gone.
I'll imagine
that I'm fine.
That, for a second,
I'm not borderline,
Until I'm back on the brink.
I need a drink
to not think
or miss.
the people I've kissed.
I'm sinking.
I want to forget
how you felt in my bed
so my mind flashes back
to the rope
that was wrapped
too tight around your neck.
I must have been next
because I'm close to death.
I want to forget.
I want to forget
that I don't know why
he was there
when I opened my eyes.
It had been months
since we'd texted
on the side.
But he didn't let me die.
I wonder why...
I have this fear
that everyone will up
and leave me here.
Is it because
this time last year
we ended?
That bridge is burned
not mended.
but I'm over it.
I'm over it.
My mind switches quick
and quite frankly
I'm not that innocent.
I'm with someone, now
for longer than we went out
and honestly I'm
not sure how
she managed to tie me down.
Probably because
I cut the loose ends
that tied me to people
I called friends.
In hindsight -
my decisions were right
but their voices rack
my brain at night.
There's so much in my head.
Thoughts waiting
to be fed
with my attention.
A hole I don't want to fall in.
So, I wrap up
alone in bed.
Close my eyes
to try to pretend
that my wounds don't bleed
But then I see you in my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
HEAVY
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, Fee writes about their experience with mental illness, gender identity, relationships and finding themself as a seventeen year old.