I'm sorry
For making you feel disappointed
As if it was your fault
I'm sorry for the halt in my motivation
The rise in my depression
For anxiety's domination
For my lack of expression
I am lost, I was lost
Regretting the cost
For my lack of devotion
Felt like time was in slow motion
And still everyone moved, but me
In fact, they still moved, even more hastily
As if life's difficulties
Could be easily surpassed
While I felt like I was walking on fragile glass
That would soon break
Counting the number of cracks for keepsakes
They faced obstacles as if they were only stepping over a pebble
Meanwhile, I faced boulders
Felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders
Tripping and stumbling as they collected more and more until I fell
Left more bruised than sore
Ripping my mind apart, leaving blood trails and broken nails
They say the only way is up, but it is so easy to fall
My tired legs openly refused me, so what was left was to crawl
Creating lacerations in my knees
Trapped in my mind, without a key
Felt caged, the world small
As if there was nothing to do, but fall.
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Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
