My mind is at war with my body.
Even though people say I'm strong, I feel weak.
Too weak to escape this madness.
Breathe, they say, it's going to be okay.
I know it's not.
I feel tears starting to form in my eyes
I bite my lip to stop them from flowing.
"I can get through this day without crying,"
I say to myself.
I get home, and I'm delusional
I see you in everything I do.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Nights
PoetryHey there, it's Rachel, I just want to say that these are very personal and it has taken a lot to put them out there, but i'm finally doing it. ;) I hope that these poems give you solace, peace of mind, or just make you feel less alone. These poems...
