Chains rap around my arms, my legs
choking me
Cutting off my circulation
The rust entering my blood stream
Though the chains are old enough and worn they do not weaken or break
They remain as strong as they were from the beginning
How could I be left like this?
Why?
How? How could I let this happen to myself!
The guilt weighs me down
The chains seem to grow longer, heavier
I cannot see my surroundings
All I can see, no, feel,
are their words washing over me
There faces filled with disgust, loathing, disappointment
Tears leave my eyes but they're burning hot
Like streams of lava carving scars into my cheeks
So I hold them back
And smile
There faces do not change, still full of hate
Their words still wash over me
On me
In me
Shaping themselves into a lock and chains around my heart
One with no key hole
The excess words add more chains to my already beaten and bloodied body
Cutting into my skin
Pressing against my weak unprotected figure
Covering my mouth so no one will hear me scream
I cannot rise
I reach out for a hand, for a loving gesture
But the ones that I get fall flat on the floor at my feet
All alone
So alone and cut off that kind words can't even reach me
I lean on your shoulder for support
But only when you're not looking
If you saw me your kind expression would turn to disgust and you'd push me away
Letting me land on the cold baron ground
Letting me fall into the dark abyss from where there is no escape
For I can not stand on my own two legs
as much as I try
The chains are too heavy to lift
And only pull me deeper into despair
So I must lean on your shoulder
It doesn't take any of your strength since you do not even know I'm there
So I lean on your shoulder
Wishing I was born with four legs instead of two
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Side
Şiir⚠️disclaimer⚠️these poems contain self harm and themes of depression and suicide Basically a bunch of poems that I pulled out of the top of my head. Most of them are really depressing so if you like that kind of poetry well your in the "write" place...
