My body is on fire,
I'm drowning in my tears,
Choking on the screams
Surrounded by all my fears.
They're telling me I'm fine,
To just take a deep breath,
My body is struggling to try,
But my brain is just a rebel.
The thoughts are relentless,
The attacks are vicious,
My heart is pounding,
My emotions are restless.
He tells me I'm his daughter,
How could I be so weak,
Mummy I'm so sorry,
For all the tears I made you weep.
I'm sorry for the mess I created,
And for the worry I caused,
You tell me you're here with me,
That just makes me wanna die from guilt.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
