Poetry is magic
My mind can be a confusing place
But putting my thoughts
In these stupid little poems
And reading them out loud
It helps, it really helps.
But I'm silenced, by her,
The person meant to help me
Find healthy ways to cope
Not the person meant to take them away
In her eyes, I'm selfish
I read these stupid little poems
To shock people
I want their attention
Their care, their love
I have no regard for them
Or the way they feel
After hearing my stupid little poems
It traumatizes them
Am I really that selfish?
Well I'm sorry
My mind is a confusing place
But sometimes
I find some words to describe
What's going on inside
And guess what, it's all superficial
I haven't even really got inside yet
Imagine how many people
I would traumatize
When I get to that part
Of my mind?
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the broken soul
RandomPoetry from my mind to yours. Huge TW: suicide, depression, anxiety and eating disorders.
