You make me sick
And tired
Like my heart is drowning
In acid
Like my soul is swimming in black
And tied off with chords
A song to set me free
My freedom is flaxen rope
Tied tightly to
The dreams and hopes
I cling to
My mind is filled with words
And sounds
I'm so muddled and jumbled
and f u c k i n g
Undecided
And yet I'm at peace
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PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
