Breathe more air
Into my worn out lungs.
I'm suffocating in my skin,
The demons have always won.
I'm finding it hard to say this to you,
Because I really doubt you care.
Every time I've ever needed you,
You never seem to be there.
Do you realise how much I'm hurting?
You're reading this right now.
Both of you, actually,
And you never figured out how
I always seem so sad in writing,
And chirpy in real life.
But do you notice how hard I'm fighting,
Just to stay alive?
-a message to friends that gave up before I did.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
