Sometimes, in the middle of the day or late at night my mind wanders. This place is one I do not like. A sorrowful land of confusion. On these days I feel like crumpling all of my work as it is the best representation of me at this time. I feel as if I should lay in the dark on the cold oaks and hope that my mind becomes a state of nothingness. I try to question my self loathe, but the thoughts have consumed me. Trying to justify the dragging of blades across the thin veiny skin. Just so the milk chocolate eyes you possess don't have to shed any sadness. Hiding the small bald spots you have created from the anxiety running through your veins. On these days I wish my mind would not wander. My heart would not hurt. I wouldn't feel so alone. I'm disconnected now.
But I'm smiling on the outside. So I'm happy right?
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Me
ПоэзияA shy soul that wants to share the thoughts she couldn't before. Some original and free verse poems that I have been working on from time to time. Enjoy and share. ♥
