The world.
The fear of my family.
The fear of myself and what I'm capable of.
The fear of waking up one morning and not being able to cope.
The moments that my body spins out of my control and my parents dismiss as "made up"
The suffocating sensation I get at 3am, when my problems fill my lungs and I can't breathe past the pain.
The messages I've typed and never sent.
The homework that I haven't done in months.
The teachers that are angry at me.
The times that I've thrown caution to the wind and broken down because of it.
The fact that I give my heart away too easily.
The people that have left.
The things I've said.
The actions that I've taken and the rules I've broken.
The fact that I don't know if I'm depressed anymore because I simply can't feel.
I'm a good actress, sometimes.
The world and it's people are what happened.
They picked and picked until I broke.
Now nothing is left of me, other than the blood flowing through my veins that I shed too often,
The breath in my lungs that feels paper thin,
And the pain.
-"what has you crying?"
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoesiaThis 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.
