I am a TV on static
And I need to tune-in to the wavelength of the world
'Cause everyone I know
Is on the same fucking frequency
Apart from me.
My head is spinning
And I can't stop thinking
Why is my inside on stutter
But my body on pause?
Everything in contradiction
A dyslexic poet
A dyscalculic physicist
Everything I am, opposing
Everything I should be.
Is the universe right? Am I wrong?
Then why are you on my mind?
You do not have my permission to be there
When we have not spoken in days
But somehow you knew the passcode to my thoughts
And hacked into my emotions
Your tendril-like fingers wrapping around my limbic system
Altering my connections
Clicking my tongue to stutter
But my inside to pause.
Pause. pause.
The laws of physics are broken
And I am spinning against the world
trying to find friction
In the slimy smiles of others.
To stop me
You had to put a fist of steel
Against my chest
And watch a hole rip through
My heart.
Instead you stood.
Your body providing a force
Of at least 588.6 Newtons
But why
Why stop a TV
that only plays static...
YOU ARE READING
Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
