it's sad to say
that i've come so used
to my mental state
that i have become comfortable
to joke about it
when i was little
i learned the difference between
sad and depressed
and i noticed the signs
a messy room to you
is just a messy room
but to me
it's the aching regret
that when i get up tomorrow
i will compare my messy room
to my head
cluttered
messy
and i'll pull on my hair
and get back into bed
and never get out
and that is what i joke about
just another
'mental breakdown'
and after
i haven't left my room for days
or weeks
and i've spent everyday crying
i'll look in the mirror
and i'll cry again
but this time i'll study my tears
like an artist with a canvas
i'll try and figure out
what i can do to make this better
and that is recovery
but truely
i never recover.
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poesiaa collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
