My head doesn't like me much
It wants panic when there's peace
Craving a storm in the summer
I wish that impulse would cease
I wish I could make the hurricane stop
For my head to stop, go silent
There's a party in here and I'm not invited
So loud in here that it makes me violent
I say the wrong thing every damn time
My words are a double-edged sword
A knife in someone's heart with an angry moment
I don't want to leave friends with their peace gored
I hate that I'm always apologising
For things that do not need atonement
To people please my way through life
Every misstep grounds for disownment
So I work on my trauma and AuDHD
And I'm starting to see myself growing
It's terrifying to know you're healing
And soon the spark in me will be glowing
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Skulls and Chrysanthemums - an Original Poetry Collection
PoesíaA collection of poems and lyrics I've been writing lately that I feel are good enough to see the light of day. Trigger warnings for self-harm, abuse, trauma, mental health, sex, graphic imagery and a possibility of emotional reactions. If you connec...
