I can draw the blanks
Cross the lines
Break the ties
Commit the crimes
But never will it make me come undone
Breaking all the walls of the person I once was
To the person who I want to be
I am here in the moment looking for something more
I don't want you to be a bore in my fairy tale
Just another cord
Surrounded in so much at one time
It breaks in every second I don't know what to do
I can draw all these conclusions, but still, have conflicts in my actions
I can go above and beyond and for the lines to be smeared on my knees
I can let go of all the pain of the people who have put those ties around my throat
I can overcome these overexerting fears and broken promises to myself
Through all this, I am still me
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.
