Your words,
They build a pit in my stomach,
Like I've been punched,
Until I feel physically sick.
Your words,
They work their way into my lungs,
Where they block my airway,
So I can't breathe.
Your words,
They surround my heart,
Trying to stop it from beating,
And it sometimes works.
Your words,
They strangle my neck,
So I feel the need to choke,
When I see your face.
Your words,
They ring in my ears,
So the hate blocks out,
Any chance of love.
Your words,
They sting my eyes because,
I see them circle me,
And come to life.
Your words,
They cover my mouth,
So I can't tell you how much pain I'm in,
Just; I'm fine.
Your words,
They hurt my brain,
As they squeeze on my head,
Saying they'll never let go.
Your words,
They surround me,
Every time I see and hear them,
It's a stab in the heart.
But the twist is they aren't your words,
They're mine.
The ones I tell myself,
Every time I look in the mirror,
Every time I see my own face and want to puke,
Every time I hear my own voice and want to tell myself to be quiet.
Because I want you to love me,
Even though I push you away,
The truth is,
I don't know what to do.
I want to be with you, but I can't.
I hate you and love you too.
I'm happy and sad,
Tired and not.
I want to talk to you, but I don't.
Because my words will scare you off too;
It's not your fault -
They did the same to me.
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Poesia//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
