Annoying at which that's all I have become.
I'm either here to long or there not long enough.
I always linger a little to long or I don't linger long enough.
There's never a simple medium, I'm always on a teeter totter with you but, mostly with myself.
I am sorry about all of that, you get upset and annoyed when I say "sorry" after everything but it's a habit, if I don't say sorry it eats away at me because I fear I have done wrong but if I say the one simple word "sorry" I am plagued with guilt of being annoying and a bother to you.
I am too quiet and you and your mother ask me constantly if I'm okay but if I don't keep quite I know I'll say too much on how I feel as if sleep is my only escape and it's the only thing I look forward to day after days.
Again I will worry you and I'll feel bad and say "sorry" and feel as if I am a burden and annoying again.
All I feel like doing is sleeping but the words are whirling at me like a helicopter and there's no ending.
~E.M.C
A note from the poet: I hope you are all enjoying my poetry because I enjoy writing it and having people look and read it :) stay strong my loves and have a lovely day
With love , Emily
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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...
