The sidewalk
There I stood, about to embark on a journey I've been on many times,
The same road I travel, same songs, the same broken me.
I want to get out!
My mind cries and screams for me to leave this place, but I do not know how to stop, the wheels within my mind keep rolling and I stumble on the rocks along the path I go down.
I need to escape,
To go farther away than I've ever been, but how?
How do I get away, my wrists are protected my but my heart is not,
My brain is already damaged,
I never wear a helmet.
Is it because I hope to die?
I care about my hands more than my brain,
How does that makes sense?
I do not know, I may never.
But as I roll along the sidewalk, stumbling over every crack and wood chip that goes underneath my roller blades I wish to fall forward and just be done,
In the end I was exhausted and wanted to fall into the grass and say goodbye to the world.
But all I did was raise the volume on the new song in my ears and turned back,
Going home, the place that deepens the cracks within my soul, but I feel safest in.
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Metamorphasize
PoezieThis is a collection of poems written as a way to control a person's feelings; originally they were never intended to be seen by human eyes. This is written from the point of view of someone who struggles with emotional turmoil but feels they cannot...
