It's the thing that keeps me up at night telling me that with everyday that passes I'm running out
of time. It tells me I'm useless, nothing. I'm so tired, I'm tired of trying to be okay. I'm so sick
of being sad all the time. I'm not the problem, it is. It's the thing that makes me want to scream,
makes me want to cut vertically becuase I know that's the only way I'll get an effect. It makes me
cry even at the times that I'm somewhat fine. When I wake up it gives me this mask, it has a smile
on it. So I put it on, and I pretend to be happy. But when I'm alone in my room I take it off, and it's
just me and my mind. There's nobody else but me and my mind but it's SO loud. These thoughts come
rushing in one by one and it tells me to give up. What do I do? How do I escape this? I WANT IT TO STOP.
But it never ever will. My mind is a prison with no way out, no light, no doors, no windows, just me.
I'm trapped in a 24 hour cycle of my mind.
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Midnight Tears
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry pieces. I hope you enjoy and possibly get inspired by these poems. Please do not re publish these poems without getting my permission first.
