You say, "It's okay, everyone needs a bad day,"
But my days stretch into weeks,
And my weeks bleed into months,
Until bad feels like the only thing I know.
You say, "You're not alone,"
But in my room,
When silence wraps around me,
I realize I am all alone.
You say, "Text me when you need me,"
But when I reach for you,
When my words fall into the void,
The emptiness is louder than your silence.
You say, "Hey, I'm here now,"
But what do I do with the hours
I spent drowning while you were absent,
The moments when "now" was far too late?
You say so much,
Yet the gaps between your words
Are where I truly fall.
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...
