I have a secret
Incredibly dreadful actually
I abuse myself.
Not in the cutting wrists
Or starving myself
Not even over eating way,
Though I do enjoy a good sweet.
Mentally however...
It's a mess.
Upstairs is a wild party
Every day and night
There's no stopping this train
The thoughts come in all directions
Impulses at every side
Boxing me in
Until I turn myself inside out
Pat myself down
And throw myself in jail
With the key
out of reach.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PuisiJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
