putting words together
forming inside my head
ready to be said.
the real question is.
will they be heard?
when I speak will they be slurred
what is my worth?
do I deserve to walk this earth.
should I say?
all the words I want to say.
or do I preserve?
what is left of my self-worth?
the hell with it
I must address and express.
depression holds me in darkness.
anxiety tells me.
the darkness will keep me safe.
racing thoughts, put words in my head,
spinning them,
telling me I should be dead.
I am nothing. I am worthless. I am empty.
I am darkness. I am ugly.
I can't get it right.
these are the words inside my head.
if I put them on paper,
release them, set them free,
I'll have a moment where I can breathe.
you may not understand the words I say,
but that's okay, because this here,
these words I write, are my way to say,
I made it,
one more day.
one more fight.
you may not see the struggle inside.
it's here. its real. I do not lie.
I confess this isn't easy,
but these are the words I need to say.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
