I can hear a heartbeat
But it's far away, 100 feet deep
Down
Inside.
It's slow, and drones on
Constantly, it moans and groans on
Echoing
Around.
How can I be so empty, and yet so full?
This heartbeat, echoing in my chest,
These thoughts, echoing in my skull.
Maybe it's for the best.
Would it hurt more, if I was filled?
Filled with despair, or fear.
Something drilled
Into every
Corner.
I thought I knew.
Why can't I breathe?
Are my lungs empty too?
Or are they crushed by a heavy heart
Underneath.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters
Poesía"A bunch of poems about mental illness" didn't sound great as a title, but that's basically what this is. This is my first book and I honestly just wrote these in my notes app, went "Screw it," and posted them. If these don't correlate to specific e...
