Do you really think you know me?
That you know what it's like to be me?
Honestly, you have no idea what it's like
To be arrested by your anxiety,
Drowned by your depression,
Plagued by your pain,
Imprisoned by your insecurities,
Suffocated by your sorrow,
Fractured by your fear,
Slaughtered by your self-hate,
Do you know how hard it is to give way to your grief,
Or to lose yourself in your own loneliness..
But you say you know me?
You know everything about me?
But here's the truth: you don't know anything..
So stop pretending you know what its like to be me..
To be an unfixable kind of broken;
To feel unwanted by the entire world.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
