It's dark
It feels as if the walls are closing in on me
If there are any walls at all
It's cramped
I can't move
The door is open
Yet I can still not exit
For I am afraid of the darkness that I will endure while in the light
So I stay here
Cramped
Alone
Afraid
Drowning in my own tears that are filling up the space
Only hearing my broken heart struggling to beat
Only feeling the heat of my own breath
Only knowing my own sorrow
Only singing my own songs
Reciting my own poetry
Oh no
I can feel time laughing at me mocking the weakness
My weakness
I can hear the darkness whisper the things I already know
I am not happy
For I am just a simple girl who wishes for i love you's
To combat the the "I hate you"s that are gifted from me to me daily in my mirror
Who wishes for "your beautiful"
And "your wanted"
Who wishes for "your smart"
And "you are courageous"
Though I am not courageous
For I am here,
Standing in my own pit of darkness.
As I am here looking through an open door that promises the one thing I crave most.
Taking no steps to gain my own freedom
Where is the courage in that
Where is the courage of being afraid of my own shadow
Where is the courage of being afraid of my own body
Of my own personality
of my own voice
Of myself
Being afraid that the only person that will ever love me is me
and even then I can't get that right
-ATJ-
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Midnight Rise
PoetryThis is basically my diary and it might not be the best but it is what is in my brain. It has some spice and some sweet and some sad; some fiction and non fiction; some teenage stupid anxiety and some mature content the needs to be studied to be un...
