A gnawing in my stomach,
An aching in my head,
An aching in my veins,
Overwhelmingly, full,
Whispering against my filthy walls,
Tickling my organs, gnawing,
I feel you inside my body,
eating me dead,
while I'm alive,
I am still alive,
Chewing me from inside out,
Does it taste like candy?
Does it taste like acid?
You taste like gravel,
You taste like hell,
I am still alive,
I can see you bursting through,
My stomach moves aside,
Your teeth feel like death,
Your fur feels like death,
Your head in full view,
I am still alive,
Your eyes pierce me, to my brain,
Red as my blood that's spilled,
Dripping down my torso,
Dripping down my legs,
Dripping to the floor,
I am still,
A beautiful hole in place of flesh,
Your friend follows you, dear,
Oh dear, do you like my fear?
My tears are festering,
Across my sullen face,
I am still,
Can I put myself back together?
My flesh is torn like paper,
Can you put me back?
All back together,
I am,
You leave as if nothing changed,
Little bunny, little friends,
Oh dear, oh, did you take
My beating heart?
I am,
I pull organs from my curtained torso,
Where is my heart, please,
Come back little friends,
Where is my heart?
I
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My thinking was a secret you've been holding for so long that it kills you.
A friend that you've let see who are on the inside, stabbing you in the back.
Wearing a mask for so long, that it turns you into a shell of a human.
Hiding who you are for so long that you become exactly what you despised.
This poem was however, inspired by a nightmare I had. So it is mostly up for interpretation, those are just a few of the ways I personalize it.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
