Like flowers dieing, shriveled losing all colors and hope.
Hanging down not looking up anymore.
Just needing more water care and love.
It's easy to take care of flowers.
But me myself not so easy.
You can't see the inside of me.
I try to kill the things I hate on the inside by harming myself and not eating but by killing and knocking out the supposed bad I'm killing the only good left inside of me.
How can I ever love myself when I have so many hateful words inside my head.
Words stringing together causing my mind to race like two cheetahs running after the innocent prey.
My head throbbing from to many thoughts like an overloaded computer that starts working slower then shuts off all at once.
My hands shake like a tumbler made for iced coffee.
My forehead sweating as if I just got out of physical education on mile day.
Heart beating out of my chest like a caged innocent animal.
~E.M.C
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Note from Poet:
I hope you like this so far and if you have any suggestions or find any errors please let me know I'm always happy to listen (: Stay strong everyone and have a lovely night/morning!
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
