Tears come crashing down,
unannounced, without a cue-
the weight on my shoulders,
or maybe the guilt of wounds I've pressed
into those I love.
It could be the care I cradle,
how fear wraps tight around my heart,
scared to lose them,
to watch them slip away.
I don't know why,
but I hate it.
My hair tousled,
eyes swollen, bloodshot red,
nose a soft, telling pink-
these betray the silence I wear,
make the chaos too clear.
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...
