TTick toc. Tic toc.
Alone in a world everybody calls home.
Tic Toc. Tic toc.
I stare at all my poems.
Once so beautiful. All full of love.
Turn to dust.
Tic toc. Tic toc.
Is what I hear.
Laying on my bed.
Hour after hour.
Tic toc. Tic toc.
Day after day.
My mind starts to fade.
Tic. Toc.
One last time.
Before I get up.
And try to restart my life.
I walked up to the mirror.
That hung in my room.
Looking into my eyes.
I see that this isn't me.
I felt my heart sink and die.
The once light brown eyes.
We're drowning.
In darkness.
My arms.
Tinted with scars.
It's Blades that once grazed my skin.
Are only an image.
Over weight.
Everybody says.
"Don't let them put these things in your head"
"You're stronger then this."
I whispered to myself.
"I feel useless."
I mean to whisper. But I yell.
Tears running down my cheeks once again.
Flustered i question what's wrong with me.
I honestly want to blame my anxiety.
But no it's just me.
Some times I get really happy.
But then it goes away.
In the blink of an eye.
In just a single day.
"You'll get better."
My councilor says.
"It's just a phase."
Until your dead.
But today.
I'd like to say I'm at least okay.
I've been doing things to get being sad off my mind.
Life's not great.
But life's not as terrible as it once was.
I'm finally finding myself again.
In an unlikely world.
Of unfortunate people.
I've at least found we're I fit in.
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My Tiny Corner In This Big World
PoetryAll my thoughts in words plastered somewhere for anybody to see. Not caring what anybody thinks of what I write. Because I don't write for people I write for me. The people may see my writing. They may like it. They may hate it. But it helps me get...
