My feelings have been heard
Word for word.
But when I see, all I wish
Is that they would've been heard sooner.
The puzzle is finished, but wait, what's this?
A piece is missing!
Oh wait, that's me.
At least that's how I thought it would be.
Insanity left my mind,
But only after time.
Safe and sound is how I'll be found.
Though no one knows that deep down inside
I'm trapped inside of my mind.
Stuck in corridors that wind and wind.
I'm screaming, I'm crying, is this what its like to be dying?
The house of horrors is where I'll be.
Safe and sound is how I'll be found.
I'm on my mind on paths that wind.
Hoping I can find myself
And get out if the brain I call the nightmare house.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Book
PoetryThese poems were written mostly during my times were depression hit me hard. Some are from fifth grade, but most are from 2017 - present.
