poems upon poems

broken

nothing ever sat well with her.
not her thoughts nor her feelings,
overwhelmed with a lack of healings
as her life turns into a blur.

she misses the time of freedom,
of seeming to be always treasured
without feeling the societal pressures
that she could avoid rarely, seldom.

with her mental health slowly decaying,
forced to watch as the pain deepens.
she had to give into all of her demons.
in her mind, she felt herself fraying.

desperate for help, too scared to ask.
so she returns home to breakdown,
wipe her tears, alter her frown,
and apply her next mask.

a plastic smile stretched across her face
throughout her masquerade of a life.
she walks on the edge of a knife,
urging to disappear without a trace.

everyday it's the same feelings.
many of those being remorse and pain.
slowly, they seep into her brain,
and she's tired of having these dealings.

excusing herself, just fuelling her cries.
as being detached from reality looms
locking herself inside bathrooms,
to evade the tears in her dark eyes.

the only thing she felt was broken.
but that would never be spoken.

so this poem was kinda hard for me to write ngl, not just because i'm a dumb fuck with writers block but also because i and some people that I care abt have gone/go through some of this shit. ik this is gonna sound super cliché but people do care abt you !! and that was rlly hard for me to realise, but they really do🖤so ik it's hard but pls pls try to ask for help, ily xoxo