Click. Click. Click.
Is all I can think,
When she jots down my words with her black pen.
Click. Click. Click.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Is all my heart does,
When she asks about my past.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
It's hard not expressing the thoughts my mind really beholds.
Or When the nasty dreams unfold.
I feel as if I'm an Apple the was made to rott.
Like I'm a bubble about to explode.
Waiting for someone to bring hope.
To tell me that I'm not insane.
That there are no bad things to corrupt my days.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Like a bomb,
When she says I need medication.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
SLIT. SLIT. SLIT.
IS ALL I FEEL,
WHEN I KNOW THERE IS NO HOPE.
slit. slit. Slit.
my life has been stolen from a drug addict.
my heart as cold as the ocean in winters nights.
my body, numb no longer having it.
my thoughts, trying to win the fights.
Weep. Weep. Weep.
Is all I do,
When I finally accept..
That I'm...
Not.
Fixable.
Weep. Weep. Weep.
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Beautifully Broken>> POETRY
PoetryJust sad tears that streamed down my face and splashed onto paper, telling my life.
