The veins rush through my arms
The fire rises in my hold
My throat sinks through the pits of my stomach
My soul is now sold
I'm not okay
I'm not alright
Drag me down
In this identity suicide
No one knows how I feel
Or how I could mentally heal
I pray to God for help
The words I say
Turn into a puppy's Yelp
As a ruthless human
The hushed soul within
A deserted area
Has took its toll
Made and represented as a sin
The voices in my head
Tell me to be here
The conscious in my stomach
Won't die and disappear
I want to cry
I want to be alone
I don't want be here
In this empty world of holes
My heart has a cavity
One that can't be filled
A rotting love decay
That will shrivel in my world
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Mental
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: Some poems are graphic about feelings I have experienced. This poetry book is meant to help many people get help, whoever is struggling with disorders, depression, and diseases, I am here. I am going through the same thing, I wanted...
