Sometimes I wish I could swallow forgetting,
like a tablet taken after meals,
a small, chalky thing
that could silence the noise inside me.
A pill to stop remembering,
to stop caring,
to stop the sudden storms
that come without warning-
the racing heart,
the tightening breath,
the world blurring at the edges
as if I'm slipping out of myself.
People ask me what I feel,
what my symptoms are,
and I never know how to explain
that it's not pain,
not exactly fear,
not something I can measure or name.
It's just that some days
my own heart feels too heavy to carry,
too loud to ignore,
too fragile to trust.
And other days
it feels like nothing at all-
an echo,
a hollow room,
a switch turned off.
So I say the only thing
that ever feels true:
"I don't wanna feel no more."
Not because I don't have a heart,
but because sometimes
having one
hurts more than not.
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Trapped in my own head
PoesíaShe 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...
