People ask me why
Why would you want to hurt yourself
Why do you do this
Doesent it hurt?
Why do you sit in the back of the classroom where nobody looks
Where nobody sees the scissors under the desk
Why do you cry alone
Why don't you just call me
Why don't you just let him go
He hurts you anyway
Why does that blood make you smirk
Why does that color make you twitch
Why does that object make you shudder
Why
Why
Why
Dont you see?
These things don't pain me
My soal
Im shatterd
By the wrecking ball that is my mind
My anxiety haunts me
I'm not real
This is not real
Life cannot be real
Because life is supposed to be alive
Consistent
For sure
Authentic
Enjoyable
So I must not be living life
I must be living through something else
So those scars you interrogate me about
Remind me that I am human
YOU ARE READING
Unleashed
PuisiThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
