it was the last day of the year
people were happy
while i lay in my bed
curled up in the fetal position
silently weeping
until i had no more tears left
they ended their year by cutting a cake
and i ended mine by cutting myself
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe 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...
