Hunting my brain for what to do
Finding the words to get me through
They'll ask if I'm okay
I'll respond with a smile
Say I'm alright and manage not to crack
Say I'm alright
They'll smile back
And go on
Thinking I can really manage
Manage the feeling of a black
Pit
In the center of my body like a
Black hole
Pulling me inside of myself
Pulling me down
Deeper and deeper
Out of the manageable comfort
Zone and into a black hell
I can manage this
I managed before
I can do it now
I can help myself
I don't need your help anymore
I can manage
No thanks
I'm managing
Sort of
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Can You Not: A Series Of Poems Written From Memories Of A Semi Hurtful Past
PoetryPoems from the heart that encase the emotions of an anxious, panic ridden fifteen year old girl who doesn't really have any experience with real love or heartbreak, but thinks she does. What I've learned from my "experiences" is that we get from a s...
