I am reminded constantly
of what a good person I used to be
of how sweet I used to be
of how quiet I used to be
Why are you like this
echoing in my head
the same question in so many forms
said by so many different mouths
What happened to you
they ask
my mouth seizes up
I fall into myself like the earth
will finally swallow me
after all these years of begging it to
but I'm still standing here
so I shrug
avoid their eyes
Are you okay?
I almost scream with laughter
as if I was capable
as if all these years haven't
ripped the spine out of me
as if I was anything more
than flesh and bone
as if a body is allowed to feel
I want to tell them they are foolish
for thinking such things were possible
but instead I nod my head
avoid their eyes
pretend
because I'm so good at that
and there's nothing else to say
-questions
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wilting roses
PoesíaAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
