oh, so you want a mind like mine?
it is not cute, it is not temporary
do not try to be this way
it feels like you are being pulled underwater, and you try to swim up but surface seems to get farther away,
like a pitch black room and you cannot find the door, and when you do
it is locked,
everyone around you is fine but you are dying and they cannot see
when you attempt to even get out bed but something inside does not let you, it will not let you
you can not enjoy anything because something in the back of your mind says you do not deserve it
that voice becomes louder at night
and you would want to do anything to make it stop but you cannot
you are not in control of your own mind
so you do things to yourself so you are in 'control'. it is not beautiful.
it is not, these words come from pain and sleepless nights
please darling, you do not want this.
written 1•22•17
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IMPLICATION OF DESOLATION
Poetry(PART 1) the empty rooms with no doors isn't the worst part. it's hoping that one day someone will save us from the walls that howl at us for every mistake we've made. des·o·late adjective ˈdesələt/ (of a place) deserted of people and in a state of...