What I won't Say
My chain between my teeth
because
I'm nervous.
Don't like to admit it...
At all.
Picking at my nails
because
I hate this.
But I won't admit it...
At all.
Staring at my ceiling
'cause I'm
nauseous.
I'm not gonna fix it...
At all.
Holding my own hand
because I'm
shaking.
I'm not even lonely...
At all.
Laying in the cold
'cause I
deserve it.
Don't like to face it...
At all.
Writing this all down
because I'm
hurting.
I'm not gonna trust it...
At all.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
