•My Own Personal Hell•
Here goes my brain
Making me think I'm insane
Again and again
Night after night
I ask myself what the hell
My own echo is all I hear when I yell
I give up and ring the bell
As if to call for help- that will never come
I pour my feelings into myself
To loosen the belt around my throat
I throw it over the mountain
And smile as I gain the courage
Gain the courage to break the cycle
And regaining the title
Of knowing of I am
While having hope for the best
*I'm having a hard time right now, dealing with my emotions. And it's difficult bc I'm around people all the time, so I never wanna be that person to ruin the good mood or a party pooper. I just can't multitask when I have deeper issues to solve within myself.
YOU ARE READING
Morgan's POV
PoetryA peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷
