TW: Depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, putting on a fake smile.
The world is closing around me,
my chest tightening around my lungs,
it's impossible to breathe!
The world continues to argue over my existence,
but all I need is someone that I'm enough!
The world shouts at me to leave,
but my body won't respond.
My mind tells me that I should just give up.
That no one will remember me when I'm dead and gone.
All I can feel are the cold hands of fear that wrap around my lungs,
cutting off all air until the world goes black.
The world never went away.
All I saw was a small girl who looked like me.
She asked me what she was going to do when she grew up.
She asked me if she would be happy?
What could I tell her?
The truth or the lie that I put on my face every day.
YOU ARE READING
Open Wounds On The Heart- a book of poems.
PoetryHey! So this is a book of poems that I will be writing for the next year. This book is to just see my progress as a writer and for fun. Feel free to critique the work I show you, but please be kind. Love, The Author.
