I look to you with pained eyes,
You are open, cracked wide
Your afraid and your scared,
You don't know how you're there instead.
I'd hold you while you soak my shirt,
I know I'd have wanted that at first,
Someone to cling to, something to hold,
Some fabric to wrap inside my fists,
Maybe next time if this persists.
Screaming louder doesn't help,
They hear what they want.
They hear what they think.
And most people, under conflict, shrink.
I wish I could seal and close the wounds,
But I carry scars so that can't be true.
It doesn't help if you lie, I know all the tricks.
Just stop with the sighs,
I see right in through those pretty pained eyes.
"You wake every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery."
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AN: when I wrote this I was thinking about looking back at myself and seeing how ill I used to be and it's sort of about your current self talking to your past self
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PuisiPoems on mental health. I'm going to use this book to write my poems and mostly I write about mental health problems. I'll write a description explaining what their on at the bottom so you don't have to try and work it out if you don't want to. I'm...
