I know you don't mean to, I mean how could you know?
The unimportant things, that are the things that make my days bad,
like ignoring my call,
reading my text, not responding anymore.
looking at me strangely.
not looking at all.
I know you don't realise, you feel it's nothing at all,
then I feel like you've just give up,
it will corrupt my brain, change my mood,
leave me stranded for the entire night.
I'll constantly go over everything that happened.
Then the voices chirp in, reminding me of what I have forgotten,
they will whisper outside of my head.
Make it so much worst,
then I will wish I was dead
because I am repeating what the voices said.
You ask who they are,
I don't know myself.
Then you believe the stigma, pay no attention at all.
We go from talking every day, knocking on each other's door.
To locking it twice and throwing our phones to the floor.
YOU ARE READING
Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)