You know
It's kind of funny
Mental disorders...
You get sucked in
And trapped in their sticky webs
They begin to feel their way around
Wrapping themselves tightly
Claiming you as theirs
Slowly sucking the breath out of you
Imprisoning you behind the four walls of your brain
Slowly you get numb to the pain
Find comfort in the darkness
And both mold into one
No longer knowing which is which
You begin to lose yourself
Walking in the vast darkness
Not knowing where to go
You beg your mind to let you go
To let you catch a breath of air
But
The feeling of pain is a drug
An addictive one too
Once you go through withdrawal you begin to crave
Yearning for the pain
But numbed with medications
You stare up in silence
Begging for a tear
To relieve you of your pain
But none run
But surely it can't always be like that
Right?
Well
If you're looking for an answer you may not be satisfied
I am getting better indeed
But
The yearning never diminishes...
But it gets smaller
Slowly but surely it will get better
Going blindly with time
I wait for that day
Where I am truly okay
YOU ARE READING
What Goes Unheard
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I write along the way. It includes moments where I struggled a lot with certain things that others may find triggering or comforting since they would now know that they are no longer alone. A lot of the poems inclu...
