Thoughts Turning to Ink on Paper

The Invisibility of Scars

Spiraling in a wave of emotions

Not knowing how to control the motions

Swinging  back and forth between fine and okay

A constant cycle that's never ending

My room representing my mind

A constant mess

My mind is a wreck

Anxiety, Depression, Insomnia

At an all time high

I'm doing my best to get through it

Slowly trying to get better

Taking one day at a time 

There have been setbacks

All because of certain people

Always ruining it when things are good

I just got to get through it

This semester and the next

Then I graduate

And I hopefully

move out soon after it

Where I want to live

I know my family won't like it

To be honest,

Do they really think I'd want to live near "home"

After everything that happened?

Also I can't afford it

It's laughable for them to think everything's okay 

When it's not

It never will be 

I am broken and still trying to hear

It's taking longer than I expected it to

The hard truth is that I'm not happy

I am fucking miserable

I have scars that are invisible to the naked eye

Only scars I can see and feel

It's a wound festering

Eating away at my brain

Making me feel as if I'm mentally ill

Wasting away and pretending

That I'm alright with a smile on my face