I have an illness under my skin
An infection of my thoughts that I keep letting win
You said it would go away
But you didn't know what I meant that day
You tell me to leave it alone
That it will heal
But I can't tell if what you say is real
Because most illnesses don't go away without help
Even if they did
It is too painful to ignore
Truthfully, I don't know if I can take it anymore
It comes back
Every time I get rid of it
Like a wound that never heals
So, I set it free again
With sharp, lost ambition
With weapons to my mind
The thick water escapes from my skin
And into my mind again
Where it waits for another bad day
To escape and see the sun
For just a moment
And fester in my mind
Waiting for another bad day
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But you reach out to me for help
Me of all people
You say you have an illness under your skin
So I say
"Leave it alone. And we'll heal together."
YOU ARE READING
A World for the Guilty
PoesíaA series of poems that I have written and that I am yet to write about my experiences, the people and things that I Iove and hate, and my emotions.
