It's like
A life or death situation.
My heart is pounding,
And my thoughts
Are racing.
I can't make them stop.
They won't stop.
Every negative thought possible
Somehow,
Finds their way
Into my brain,
And I don't know-how
To get them to leave,
So I walk.
I walk as fast as I possibly can
Thinking that maybe
I can walk away from these thoughts.
These terrible,
Never-ending,
Thoughts.
I shake and sweat
Feeling like something,
Anything,
Is going to make my world end.
At least,
That's what I feel like.
I dig my nails so deep into my palms
It feels as though I broke the skin
And they're bleeding,
Thinking that,
Maybe,
If I push them deep enough
Into my skin
I can get these thoughts
Out of my head,
They can seep through the cracks that I'm digging into my palms.
I'm out of breath
Like some invisible force
Is pushing as hard as it can
On my chest,
And like at any moment
My whole universe is going to crash,
And burn
Right in front
Of my eyes.
But it doesn't.
It only feels like that.
And maybe
This is all in my head,
But how could that be
When it feels so real?
No one listens,
Nor cares
When I say
I feel like
I'm going to die,
Because to them,
Everything is fine.
Their brains
Are not like mine.
The thoughts in their heads
Are not trying to tell them
That their world is ending,
Because it's not.
Only,
In my head,
It is.
~ R.L.
10/17/18
YOU ARE READING
The Pieces of You
PoetryIf you really want to know the pain and heartbreak you put me through, this is for you. I know you will never want to know what you did to me. It's easier for you to just forget about it and act like it never even happened. Unfortunately I cannot...
