You act like everything is fine.
Like I'm "normal".
Like I'm not broken,
When you know I am.
So why,
Why do you stay?
You know I'm broken,
That I can't be fixed,
That I could pull you into my darkness.
The closer you get.
I have issues that are unfixable,
But yet you stay.
Acting like I can be fixed,
Like I am fixed.
That I'm "normal".
When we both know this will never be true.
Knowing everything is not fine.
Knowing I break every second.
Yet you are still pretending.
Please just stop.
Pretending isn't going to fix things.
It makes things worse.
Just tell me everything will be fine.
Tell me if I need it I can use your shoulder to cry on.
Not acting like I'm fine.
Because it's not working.
It's just getting worse,
And I can't take it anymore.
I'm done.
It's just getting darker.
There is no escaping.
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The Darkest Corner Of The Mind
PoetryPoems that I feel that everyone in a dark place or have been in a dark place can relate too. To depression, to telling your younger self to change it's way so it doesn't end up like you. If you have any recommendations to how I could improve it then...
