save me from my own head
when i'm falling into bed
and staying up all night
i don't write with calm hands
i'm running inside
i sit and stare at blank walls
painting 26 years on eggshell
i really hate that color now
save me from my own throat
when it's closing up on me
at 3pm on a nothing day
and i'm choking anyway
(i can't make myself cry)
save me from my own chest
when it's caving in with dizzying pain
because I took a breath
or got out of bed
and wore my skin like a human being
save me from my own hands
when they're sick and tired
of me being sick and tired
and they try to take off my head
(look how low i can settle)
they think that's the only way to save me
i guess they don't want out alive
(save me from my own head)
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
