I breathe,
but I have stopped living.
I laugh,
but I am not content.
My heart weeps in agony,
but tears don't flow down my cheeks.
I hold my anger like poison inside,
but they show as displaced aggression.
I show my weakness, I am vulnerable,
but I don't admit it to myself.
I fear losing the ones close to my heart,
but I barely tell them how much they mean to me.
I love like hearts don't break,
but I don't tell them cause I am afraid of being devastated.
I have people who call themselves my friends,
but they disappear when I need them.
I try to see the reality,
but I get lost in the world of books.
I say I'm getting better,
but I was just getting better at faking it.Note: Hey guys, I hope you liked this poem.
Please do check out my other work (apart from 'trapped in my own head'), in case you're looking for a light read. They aren't on the darker side of the spectrum.
I hope you like them too :)
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Trapped in my own head
PuisiShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...