I haven't written in awhile.
The thoughts never end.
The voices…
Won't rest.
I'm drowning in sound.
No.
Not sound.
Just…voices.
They're always,
Telling me what to do.
It's endless
Confusion.
I find myself
Glued to my bed.
Just stuck.
But why?
I can never move
My arms.
They're always tied
Around me?
I think I went blind.
All I ever see is
White.
I think…
Where am I?
Wait.
Who are you?
Am I…you?
No. No. No.
That makes
No
Sense?
Stop talking!
Wait.
I'm not writing.
My hands!
Where are they?
Oh,
That's right.
I'm not allowed
To use them.
I remember.
They gave me
Something special.
A…jacket?
What's that sound?
I'm crying.
No.
Laughing.
Wait.
Who are you?
You're me?
No.
Stop it!
I'm not crazy.
Just lost.
I think?
Who am I?
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoesíaThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote between the age of 17 and 20. Some do mention death, depression and murder. Please note that I do believe there are better options than cutting or suicide nor do I condone murder. My poems speak about topics met...
