Trapped in time
Stuck in place
Where to go, under played
I feel so out of touch
That even my breath doesn't sync
(Heartbeat)
No more tears when I blink
I almost lost at my breaking point
But I didn't let go and he helped me see
Some people don't understand me
I know why
There is a special headspace that bleeds me dry
I don't want you to hate me or make me cry
I want you to know why
Feeling overload
Feeling so cold
Don't leave here I'll surely wither
I am but a flower in a field
No one knows I'm here so they water those who are near
I maintain my garden but it's that time of year
Don't let me overwater myself
Because I am not wanting to expose my hell
YOU ARE READING
Her and her head
Non-FictionThese poems represent how I feel when I get into these intense moods, expressing my mental disorders in a new perspective for others not to feel so alone.
