The voices are distracting
Making you feel fuzzy
So loud that you can't talk to me.
It only happens when I'm around.
So the bitter drink that we call life makes me feel despondent towards you.
I try to be open and considerate of you.
But I feel the water coming to drown me.
Hands coming in from all angles to strangle me.
You say they hurt you
discombobulate you
You talk but no one is talking back
A social heart attack
People talk
people worry
people that can't mind their own fucking business.
You help everyone but yourself
Caregiver at heart
Heartbreaker towards family
Slowly digging a trench
Buts that mental illness at its finest
YOU ARE READING
The poetry of a sad muse
PoetryI never show my writing to anyone, so please be kind. Also side note I'm dyslexic 😭. This is basically how I get threw problems and talk about my mental health without talking.
