the lines i write
overlap with the dread i feel.
it fills my pores
and shakes my every bone
but it's okay
because i still feel alright.
the days still go by
and i push on
as the demons follow behind
and take over my mind before i sleep.
i let my thoughts take over my mind
and soon enough i'm eating medicine for breakfast.
i tell them i'm okay
because i still feel alright.
on the inside i'm dying
but on the outside i'm trying
to feel okay.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Puisipoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
