"Be strong."
The words taunt my existence
And break my reason.
Yet people keep telling me
That I am strong,
That I am going to win this battle
Against a beastly depression,
And a wicked anxiety.
How can I hold up my shield
And raise my sword
To beasts and monstrosities that have become so enraged
By my simple thoughts?
How can I fight this war against thousands
When I am a one woman army?
How can I win?
Tell me,
I need to know.
Why do you expect me to suddenly get better,
And act like nothing ever happened?
Why do you expect me to fight a war that's impossible to win?
YOU ARE READING
Broken Poetry
ŞiirJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
