Every time I try to explain
how I truly feel,
I fail.
The words dissolve like mist
before they ever meet the air.
"What happened?" they ask,
their voices echoing
through the hollow of my silence.
But before I can speak,
tears flood the space between us,
my mouth dries up,
and I whimper,
a sound too soft,
too broken,
like a wounded soul,
trapped in a body
that cannot speak its pain.
And in that moment,
all I have left
are the tears that say
what I cannot.
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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...
