The sound of my blinking
Wakes me up in the morning,
I salute the son
As my eyes are stunned.
The ceiling’s been looking
All night, no exceptions
How of a better life, I keep dreaming.
My feet have been floating
Over my bed,
Looking for cracks in
The pavement, in my head.
I have been asked
Again and again,
To look out the window,
To look at the rain.
Do I even have to be crazy?
I’m not going to lie I’m a bit lazy.
The psychologist has confirmed my mental illness…
I don’t get it…I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
My parents have given
Up with me,
There used to be a time
When they were happy.
I stay up all night
When I am sleepy,
And at day I sleep
To avoid feeling…
Socializing is
For mentally sane persons:
For us the broken ones,
We only have mind prisons
Built by our messed up
Imagination,
To compensate our
Lack of motivation.
The ceiling’s been looking
Down at me,
I know I’m pathetic,
Now could you stop please?
I close my eyes and I close my brain,
The song starts to hum,
I can finally hear the rain.
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Cracks in the Pavement
PoetryA poetry project consisting on *trying* to describe some personally selected mental disorders, in well, rhymes. These poems are original and... weird. My style is different, to say the least. I hope nonetheless that you enjoy this compilation from s...