My chest shivers,
The heavy vibrations bursting through my face,
My heart quivers,
Beating at a striking pace.
This uneasy feeling,
Is growing inside me,
My soul is buried,
And I can't seem to find.
Smile of disguise,
But truly inside,
It's war, it's hate, it's anger.
It's love, but it's too weak, too confused and too hurt.
The bloodshed is within,
Thoughts are warriors.
I am the battlefield,
Yet I bear the pain of each wound.
The killers are me, they continue to kill,
Unaware that the pain is brought upon themselves.
A chain of worries,
I cry,
But these tears are of blood,
I must stop,
Before it kills me,
Before me kills me.
This poem was to write out my pain on paper through poetry.For everyone dealing with strong emotions, hard times and mental illness, you are not alone, and things will be okay.Stay strong and still, all pain shall pass.We can only make sure to put out our best out of what lies in our control.I hope you do well :)
