~t/w: mentions of su!cide/ wanting to die~
four white walls are all the same
shadowed faces thick with blame.
locked inside this concrete room
only serves to seal my doom.
the empty walls and plain white bed
could easily symbolize my head
the way i'm stuck here day and night
my only solace is what i write.
i only wanted to be free
but you stopped that by trapping me.
the words that filled up in my head
were making me wish i was dead.
worthless, burden, nothing, freak
the words and names make me weak.
against a tidal wave of wrong
a few nice words don't float along.
the words that run inside my head
attack me while alone in bed.
i cannot run i cannot hide
from all the pain i feel inside.
i let it in, i'll let it take me
one more day and it'll break me
no one noticed until i said
i wish i would just wake up dead.
YOU ARE READING
sad boi hours
Poetry~Trigger Warning: these poems contain somewhat graphic descriptions of mental health, s3lf-h@rm, e@ting d!sorders, su!cide and other topics that could potentially be upsetting. Poetry is one of my coping skills and a positive release for my emotion...
