The air you breathe.
The plants you eat.
The sun you absorb.
The words you speak.
The way you do things.
They all mean something.
Puzzle pieces scattered everywhere.
One from your daddy issues. While the others are from your past you tend to hide.
Covering up everything.
Hiding.... Hiding.... Why are you hiding.
Afraid to tell the world. Scratch that. Afraid to show the world who you are.
You are a depressed, stressed out mess. Which causes you anger. This anger, you just want to get rid of it, but don't know how.
The friends that you call "friends" aren't even here.
The family who had high expectations gave up.
You're alone
You start over thinking
You start breaking down
You get on the floor
Cradle position
Rocking back and forth
Telling yourself you mean something to the world.
You snap and can't handle it.
You make a decision
You go to the bathroom
Go to the medicine cabinet
And see that your mother has vicodin so you take the last 9 and just to make sure you go get a belt and a chair and tie it to the ceiling fan. You also tie it around your throat. You kick the chair and end your life.
Your family comes home exhausted from their family trip that they never even thought to take you. Your family goes in their own room and sleep. The next day your little sister wants to borrow that special purple market of yours to finish her drawing. She opens your door to only find.......
You wake up.
In a puddle of sweat
It was only just a nightmare
A nightmare that just determined your life.
A nightmare that just scared you to pieces but it was exactly how you were feeling. You think could this be true?
You start to change every single thing on your head.
You think to your self you don't want to die.
You mean something.
You are going to get yourself back on track.
You think... Out of all people why save me.
I guess that's something you will never know.
YOU ARE READING
BOOK OF POEMS
PoetryA couple of poems that I wrote. Maybe some will feel the same way or understand.
