Dear world 🥀;
I've been sent out and set apart,
My fears are my anchor,
My tears are my marks,
Those that identify me,
Those that identify my tragedies,
They are my scars and bruises as well,
They are the only things that keep me in reality.
My mind has cast me out,
And I lay here hoping to decay,
I think I'm starting to love my eyes,
They are filled with grief and sadness,
I hate my thoughts, they are scarred with pain,
Some nights I tweet them away,
Some days I lay with them all night,
I mostly cry them through,
Just like my morning grunts.
If you see me with headphones on,
Its because I'm listening to my pain sing,
And if you see me tapping real fast,
It means I'm telling my tragedies through poems,
I'm off in my own world and that seems okay,
As long as I don't budge into a carer,
Because then I'd have to cave in,
I'd have to breakdown and show my scars,
Where they are and when they tell me things.
Too many sleepless nights but that's alright,
It's the pattern for young adults,
Others do sleep after midnight,
I have to wait till daybreak to close my eyes,
My sunshines aren't beautiful, they are terrifying,
It's only nice when my carer is around,
But that's not everyday,
I hide it so well so you won't get suspicious,
That's my soul aim for the day.
Vulnerable at night but why bother?
Nobody will be there to see when I break!
Just like a fracture on the femur,
Silent and non-lethal, just agonising and painful,
Likened to just my migraines,
Those I get from insomnia and the nightmares,
I hate having to fight battles each night,
Maybe pills would get me off,
What if I overdose on them?
They will probably take me throughout till dawn,
But that's when I feel like drowning,
That's when I have bad memories.
My soul has taken too many shots,
My body is barely coping,
My head is traumatized,
I'm sure I'll slip into coma with my pills,
That is if I should start taking them,
After I have the talk with a shrink!
I want you to see my smiles not the tears,
Hear my laugh and not the screams,
If I show you my wounds,
Touch the scars and not my cuts,
I'm having this ache while living,
I'm wondering if I would when I'm gone!
Kg_asare_🎈
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PsychoDrama and Terrors🥀
PoésieI'm talking to myself and I hope I'm listening, I'm juggling the inside and outside heavy, I'm keeping it from falling apart, I'm holding it together just by a strand, One day it will rip of from my palm, together with a tear or two but now, let...
