i don't know how i'm still breathing out,
when everything is crashing in around me.
it seems that no matter how loud i shout
no one is ever going to hear me.
'best friends' should question their other half,
if they are sobbing in front of them.
hell, i'm just going to laugh,
because i'll always be under Death's thumb.
i'm just going to laugh,
even if i want to break down and fall into old habits.
no one will ever hold my photograph
and sob over my absence.
even if a room is filled with those i love in black,
they'll get over their loss quickly.
they see my cracks,
if they tried harder, they could see i'm twisted and sickly.
And maybe if they tried harder than that,
they could help me.
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Head in the Clouds {Poetry}
Thơ cathis book holds everything in my mind, expressed through rhyming and art. this book holds everything I cannot say to my friends, family, and honestly anyone. #FreeMentalIllness #FreeYourBody #ProjectWomanUp #ProtectFemCharacters #StopSlutShaming #...
