It's hard to escape the ever constant shadow
Lingering over my slumped shoulders
As I walk and continue on through the day
I am overwhelmed with echoes ricocheting
Within the obscure outskirts of my brain
Worthless. Meaningless. Failure. You deserve nothing.
You can't escape. You'll always come running back into my arms...pathetic.
It awaits for the moment to swoop in
For the moment when I am weak
From the ceaseless barrage of mental anguish
I am weak
I can not let it go
I want it to follow
YOU ARE READING
Undone
PoetryA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
