the piles of files fall down.
We crumble to a mess.
Knowing not what to do.
Cry and cry with mess we caused.
Knowing it's our fault.
Tairing the pages we don't want to see.
It won't help they say.
They say a lot but I try not to listen.
They are loud in my head.
The voices of the people I know and love.
Spinning around and around.
I'm dizzy,
I'm crying,
I'm lying in a pool of my tears.
But what do I know.
I'm just a kid going through a Faze.
Of depression and anxiety.
Scared of who I am.
Wondering who that is.
People say be yourself.
Who is that I don't know.
Will you help me find them.
I don't know where to look.
I'm lost in the endless spiral of emotions.
Leading me to find problems I don't need.
"What do I do" I ask you the four walls around me.
I'm silently screaming for someone to end it.
I've asked,
I've played,
I've repaid my sins.
What more do they need.
To see how much I hurt.
Needing salvation from this.
But feeling it will never come.
It will end
It will finish
It will come to it's final chapter.
Goodbye.
S.R.Worth
YOU ARE READING
Seeing colour in the shade
PoetryI'm the type of person to hold back when it comes to the people around me. My mind works different I see colour in the shade, some see black and white with a little gray, sometimes. I can see it all. So this is my poems I write every now and then.
