They say they understand
That they feel the same pain
That their heads churn
And their stomachs twist
Like mine do
But do they know
Do they swim when
My heart sinks do they
Wake up and get out of
The same bed I lie back down in
To sleep
Do they shrink when they smile
Hesitate at the slightest hint
Of anything that might mean
I will be happy
Have they too been
So completely shattered
Are their bodies a twister
Spinning shards of glass
Into everything that feels like living
Do their minds confess their sins
Bleed them into every thought
Never forgetting that hurt
Do they know how it feels
To spend every moment
Caving in on yourself
Convincing yourself that you're nothing
That this life I live is worth
Nothing more than this
Do they know what it takes
To simply roll out of my bed
Are they my waking mind
My churning guts
Do they toss and turn
Reliving their every mistake
Do they hate every ounce
Every scrap of their being
Like dying would be better
Than living like this
Better than rotting away
Sinking into myself
Do they know what it is like to feel yourself dying?
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothing
PoetryA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
