When the day turns to the night sky
You cry out for help and wonder why
But the people who have wronged you,
will sit still and watch you crumble
walk through the pieces of your subconsciousness.
Wondering why the trauma comes back.
Like a plane crash
Hearing pieces of broken glass
smash
Trying not to laugh at people's pain
A coping mechanism at its best
A fake smile so big it starts to get creepy
You try for your friends but get nothing in return.
So heartbroken
Artery dried of blood
No blood left to flow
A knife stuck in your back from your best friend
So lovely to look at the mess that has been made
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.
