I can't breathe.
I'm trapped,
Slowly suffocating
And wallowing in silent screams.
These walls are a prison,
Never letting me escape.
I swear they are talking.
The voices in them call my name.
All my insecurities and demons
Are built into them,
But everything is still the same.
There's no color left.
Just a pale white,
A white that makes me sick
And they remind me of death,
Like in a hospital,
When you here cries echo
through the halls.
My eyes blur the walls together
Through glistening tears.
They seem to be closing in on me.
The corners disappearing
And the 4 walls meshing
Becoming a circular cage.
I just want to escape,
Before I break.
See the outside world
And touch the light.
Who knew such pure walls
Could contain the darkest secrets.
My mind is slowly starting to fail me.
Violent islands consuming my psych,
But rather than killing my mind
I just become numb inside.
I stare at the walls.
They've held me captive for so long
And the voices in them are still growing louder.
What will happen when I can't take it?
When it becomes so loud ,
That it's silent in this room?
When the white walls finally diminish,
What will happen?
Where will I go?
What will I feel?
Is that freedom?
Or did the darkness finally possess me?
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Not so average poetry
PoetryPoems of Suicide, depression, body image, self harm, insecurities, ect. Some are triggering so please take any warnings seriously. Many are written in first person, but they don't refer to myself. If you have any suggestions or ideas let me know. En...
