(TW: Insinuates self harm, read at your own risk.)
My mind is racing
And my hands are shaking
My heart speaks one thing
But my mind is fading
My eyes are burning
And my chest is yearning
But my legs are still
Not moving an inch
Cause fear holds me back
Please just a pinch
Show me this is a dream
And not real life
I can't handle the pain
I won't turn to a knife
Take it away but please be gentle
My body is frail and unstable
My mind fighting with my legs
Telling them to move
Yet I stay in place
Knowing I've nothing to prove
I am broken
No doubt
My mind racing
No way out
The only thing I know I can keep
Is the blissful ignorance of sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Pillow Poetry
PoesíaA mesh of my mind and my heart trying to talk at the same time. I hope you enjoy my jumbled thoughts and trauma dump.
