Sick
Sick
Sick
I'm sick.
Or at least I must be because this morning I woke up with an ache in my chest
But I've woken up like this for years.
As long as I can remember,
Something was always off
Just slightly
Just under the surface, it seemed
Deemed unreachable
Every gutting memory
Every well thought out conversation
Nothing changed
Not completely
So I cough up my regrets
Feel the heat on my forehead as a reminder that I must be broken
I must not be whole
Or maybe the problem is too much
Too much emotion
Too much thought
Too much hurt
I lie in bed all day
I am waiting for this sickness to just leave me alone
I'll cry at the jagged claws that rip at my throat in the morning
Pray my shaking hands and sweating palms don't give anything away
Cover the windows
So the sun doesn't see my face
Miss the days I ignored the signs
When will this putrid pain go away?
Did I cause this,
Make too many mistakes?
Sick
Sick
Sick
Maybe I was born this way.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Collection #2 //Written By Me //Tough, Soggy Stuff
PoetryA second book of my poems, kind of my journal but I like helping others feel heard as well. Most of it is sad or deep but I'll put a warning in the beginning of pages with more sensitive topics. ◇ Enjoy little bean ◇
