How can you tell someone your pain, and hope they understand?
How would they understand, you don't want their sympathy?
How many times does it take, for you to feel better?
How many cuts does it take, for the numbness to set in and the voices to end?
Can't you just stop telling me how, and actually being the one I need?
Or am I just too much to handle?
Am I just not right for you anymore?
I see you slowly drifting away, I'm not stupid.
Am I really tjat depressed, that you'd rather leave me here?
With my demons that know how to swim.
I'm drowning, they are pulling me under.
Please, pull me back up, wrap your arms around my body.
Don't leave me alone with myself, in this plunder of self doubt and wonder.
YOU ARE READING
Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
