I want to cry,
to let it all fall out,
to feel lighter again.
But my eyes won't listen.
They stay dry,
no matter how heavy my chest feels.
There's a storm inside me,
loud and restless,
like it wants to break me open.
But no tears come.
Just noise.
Just weight.
I play sad songs,
watch scenes that once made me cry,
think of every painful memory I have.
Still nothing.
It's like my heart is tired
of hurting out loud.
Maybe I'm not okay.
Maybe I'm just numb.
Not empty -
just full of feelings
that don't know how to come out anymore.
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...
