"It really doesn't matter."
"People are disappointing. You have to get used to it."
"I'm not fucking perfect."
"You're the only one in the way of your happiness."
And my personal favorite:
"Just change."
I can't
Physically
I can't
Mentally
I can't
Mute the phone
So I can cry
So all he hears is silence
Can't hear me sob
Can't hear me scream
Can't hear me talk back
I'm silent
I'm silent
Be silent
*Overly-peppy voice*
"Let go of all the bad thoughts! Heal!"
Fine.
But this is how it goes:
Heal.
Heal
Then Broken
Healing...
Nope.
Broken Again
Heal
Broken Again
Heal
Broken Again
Heal
BROKEN. AGAIN.
It never fucking ends
End
End
END.
End?
"I'm here for you."
Where? Five hours and sixteen minutes away?
"You can talk to me."
I could if you hadn't broken my jaw.
"You're okay."
Okay? Your idea of 'okay' must be pretty fucked up.
"I'm trying to be a good dad."
Yeah, don't even try to
Pretend that last one was honest.
Bullshit.
The words that come out of your mouth
Reach every corner
A never-ending ocean
A salty ocean
Pouring pure evilness
And congrats.
Your plan is working.
I'm drowning
But it only takes
Approximately 3-4 minutes
To drown
So why has it been
Two years
And I'm still here?
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
