It's silent in my bedroom
But it's loud inside of here where my skull is.
I don't even understand it anymore.
My chest pangs, my body shakes,
My world just seems grey.
What's wrong with me?
I'm so flawed that I can go on and on for what I do not like about myself.
Myself
Who even is that anymore?
It could be the meds making me feel so
Lost
Confused
Crazy
After all I have been off them for while.
But maybe this is just who I am.
Broken mind
And
Scared of things.
I call myself words of hate
But no one stops me.
So I'm right then
Right?
I can feel my chest throbbing now
Scared of falling asleep into nightmares
But my sleeping pill is making me Drowsy
Weak
Tired
So I have no choice but to let myself slip far into the dark.
Far far
Away.
Where the monsters like to play.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a damaged soul
PoetryMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
