A/N: I've been going through a lot recently, and I've come close to doing some stuff that is unhealthy. I understand that there isn't insanity unless it's mental, (correct me if I'm wrong) but I titled this Mental Insanity because with my kind of insanity, I know I'm going insane and I can feel my mental health quickly deteriorating. I don't know if it's that way for everyone.
If you can't already tell, this poem isn't uplifting or happy, (not that many of mine are) but I wanted to post it anyways, because writing is how I cope, and also getting any sort of feedback from other people is generally helpful. Also, some of it doesn't even make complete sense to me, so if you don't eat something, you're not the only one 😂😂.
Anyways. Sorry for the sadness. This is your warning.
"Save me"
"Don't touch me"
"Leave me alone"
"Help me"
Thoughts that are constantly coming to my mind
I don't know why
Maybe I'm just broken
I try not to lie
Try not to say "I'm fine"
But it's so damn hard
To trust the people in my life
Enough to tell them the truth of my mind
It's corrupt
Makes me go insane
I'm such a fucking mental
And I hate myself for being that way
Shoot me now
I've already drowned
The feeling of hope dissipates
It comes and it goes
And leaves me like a bird that flies from captivity
Flailing with broken wings
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I break my hope's wings?
Why can't I just let it loose and be free?
Why
Why
Why
How can I survive when I feel like I've already died?
YOU ARE READING
Lost and Broken
PoetryInspired by APG222092, these are a bunch of the poems I've written over time. They actually get better as they go on. Please comment what you think! Enjoy! The picture was taken by me and the cover was created using PhotoGrid. Highest rankings: (12...
