I know you didn't mean to hurt me.
This is all because of my self doubt.
It spins my head around.
I may as well be inside out.
When you can't see good in yourself,
It's hard to believe people will stay.
Because of this they leave more often.
In my opinion, a horrible price we pay.
No one can understand how it feels,
Because we're all stuck inside our minds.
We think we're so receptive,
While we're really blind.
We all live in our own realities,
So I can't help but wonder.
Does anyone feel the same?
Are we like lightning and thunder?
Do you come before,
With me following your lead?
Are we the whirlwind storm,
That causes our perfect sky to bleed?
Are we connected,
Or is it all in my head?
Do I ruin everything,
Or am I being misled?
Are these voices my conscience,
Or a manifestation of my nightmare?
Is my depression behind this,
Or is my brain suffering from a lack of air?
Whatever the reasons,
I just wish this would end.
I wish my mind would heal,
Because the only reason I write is to mend.
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Scars; Just Another Poem Book
PoetryEveryone has a voice, an opportunity to tell people what's on their mind. I feel like I lack a voice, and this is a good way for me to realize people are listening. Thank you to anyone and everyone who comments or votes for me. I am open to suggesti...
