I wish for my zip line rope to cut,
to drift into the trees' quiet arms,
away from the noise inside me.
I wish for my car to crash,
for metal and road to hold me still,
a break from the ache that fills me up.
I wish for my body to stop fighting,
to give in, to let go,
to find rest where pain can finally fade.
These wishes linger in the silence,
a quiet cry from deep within-
not for death, but for rest,
just a moment's relief from the weight I carry.
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Hey, I hope y'all are doing well!
This poem is just about my midnight intrusive thoughts, nothing serious, I promise.
Take care <3
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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...
