sensitive / mature poem
trigger warning for those who are sensitive to topics of mental illness and accompanying actions.
𑁍 𑁍 𑁍
in a society,
where people burn others,
just so they can prove their view,
it's hard to speak up,
when there's so much noise.
burning off the anxiety,
feeling smothered,
internal sadness sticking like glue.
all my friends acting so grown up,
but was it really their choice?
when do we realize,
that we are slowly burning ourselves.
just so we can feel loved,
so we can feel pain that we lost,
and so he stays to keep me warm
when i look into your eyes,
do you see that i'm not myself?
see that i've been shoved away
because being close to me has a cost.
i'm desperate to conform to you.
hitting me like a sudden storm,
the urge to end it all hits me.
the only thing stopping me,
what if i start to miss life
as the blood drips from my veins.
so i sit here and brainstorm,
when i will finally see,
when i will finally be
a girl without a knife
free without these chains.
while i'm laying in the red water,
dyed by my own sins.
don't say that you'd miss me,
you were the one
who buried me six feet deep.
