I'm just making this up
I think
as I stare at the ceiling
on the brink
of screaming.
It's all in my head
I think
As I fidget and shake
My nervous hands drawing with ink
My mind in a frantic dance about to break.
I'm just doing this for attention
I think
as I cut my thighs
letting blood drip in sync.
from a place hidden from eyes.
I'm just an attention-seeking bitch
I think
As I go through the day
Feeling grim, and sad thoughts sink
Into my heart stained gray.
I'm just making it all up. I'm just a problem.
I think
as I pour all the pills into my hand
while my other holds a drink.
I hesitate and let them fall down like grains of sand.
Onto the bathroom floor with a clink.
Then I, myself, collapse.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
