You do not take my things or my friends
You do not take the things I love
Take me if you want
Shred me to dust and I won't complain a word
As I have cut me because it did not hurt
Oh to experience the feeling of;
Butterflies in the stomach turn into bees
When your own family gives you anxiety
Horrors that were once glee
They look so happy, I thought they loved me
Still you dare to ask me how do I feel?
I'm counting my days but I don't like it
I want it to get over fast but I would love to rewind it (or not)
Pinky promises turned blue
Every mirror in the house broke
Bloody Mary did it and maybe father too
Every cliff and bridge looks inviting
Again, I find myself asking-
Is it worth ending
But then I hear moon drunken echos
I dread that I love them
Because I'll fall deeper than before
I fail everytime, you say atleast I tried but did I?
A forest blooms out from where my rotting brain lies
My ribs throbbing too loud, where to hide
Shallow breathing, those thoughts kick in
Going dizzy but why do I like it
The pain hits me, it's so intoxicating
Yes I'm starving I too want to fit in
I cannot escape it, its tiring,
Dreams I know each corner and wall of
Yet find an edge that wounds me down
Out of blood, out of bandages and out of love
Nervousness makes me itch
Still I see my self smiling-
At every tear that drops, at every injury I caused,
Every part that deforms, at every broken bone,
The pain stopped long ago and will return nevermore
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Unsaid words
Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
