You say I'm broken,
But I'm not a clock.
I never stopped ticking, I never shut off.
My hands still move like they usually do.
Of course, humans aren't clock when it comes to their health,
But humans are clocks when it comes to our deaths.
For people like me, people like you think I'm a time bomb.
But what you don't understand is that I'm not!
I'm stable, not radioactive,
I'm depressed but I'm not stupid enough to kill myself.
You're worried? So what.
Sometimes I am too.
But to me it feels like you want to fix me for you.
My mental state is mine and not yours to mess with.
My demons are mine and not yours to mess with.
Don't threaten me with hospital time.
I might be scared but who cares?
If you truly loved me, you wouldn't be scared of me.
If I'm such a wreck then why don't you break up with me.
If you don't want to be caught up in the storm, don't.
I don't want to leave but you're forcing the blame on me.
Forcing me to change doesn't help me, it helps you.
You're normal and I'm not.
My demons are me.
Maybe I want to keep them because they are me.
They make me, me.
They are my individuality.
And when no one's there for me,
I promise,
They'll be here for me.
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Last Night
PoesíaDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
