Often I forget to breathe
and oh I get so lonely.
She haunts me all throughout my dreams,
the breathlessness unfolds me.
I find myself deep under ground
and pull Her in my arms,
but when we intertwine
Her heart so horribly disarms.
She calls my name and yells so loud,
my body oh it trembles,
at just the thought of having Her
and what Her mind resembles.
She cuts my soul and eats my heart,
yet She is oh so sweet.
Depression is a silent girl,
Anxiety a treat.
She comforts me at 3am
when Guilt lays down beside me.
I welcome Her with open arms
and let Her trace me blindly.
I feel Her fingers everywhere,
so gentle with Her touch.
And though abuse is unseen here,
I'm often told as such.
She is my only, only friend
therefore I pull Her close.
She seems to be my drug
on which I'd gladly overdose.
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A Teenage Boy Through Poetry
PoetryI've created a poetry collection once before on this account but I feel I've gotten better at it and I'm enjoying it more now that it actually helps me feel better sometimes. Slight trigger warning: I may mention depression, anxiety, suicide, loss...
