The truth is hard to digest,
especially when you know
you've tried your best,
but I guess the first step is
realizing that you're a mess.
It strangles me and I
begin to suffocate,
but by the time I
catch my breath,
it's already too late.
My soul begins
to vanish as
I watch it levitate,
plagued by anger and hate,
with the thoughts of
being a mistake or
perhaps a waste of space.
I lock myself
away like an inmate,
nobody needs to
see me in this state,
all my weaknesses
being put on display.
My mind needs
to be bathed as
I lose myself
in a haze,
full of rage,
struggling to figure
out this new maze
that I've made.
Troubled by the
inability to forget,
my soul is full of regret;
I keep failing
to realize that
I am my greatest threat.
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5/20/20
10:14 PM
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YOU ARE READING
The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
