I feel like the hollowed candle,
Resting on its side
remains spread out from the original piece
parts were the flame forgot.
I look to my melted innards that are aside of me,
leaving behind emptiness.
I see the inspiration flow out of them.
soft and melted something I want to embrace
Something more comforting then my chalkboard outings.
Where-
when anyone touches me a long screech of nails hiss,
But only I, myself hear.
You lay behind me blinded by my wick
Unable to see how I could feel this way.
All you see is what is still left of me
All I see is what I don't have.
I pathetically get out
"Sorry" because it-
It is hard to explain fear.
The fear of everything from living on and
Death themselves facing me.
You don't see the need of such a stupid feeling.
the one that causes me to hurl at midnight
and hide in a sea of blankets during the sunshine
Yes, it's good for nothing.
Yet it's good for everything I do to become stronger.
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Broken and Mended, a Poetry Collection.
PoetryA collection of poems that was written through times of hardship and battling in my own mind during my high school years. Battling depression, anxiety, and trying to learn who I am. I may not feel as passionate or even like my poems now, but I thoug...
