No tears in sight
Am I too exhausted to cry?
Where is my mind?
Disassociated every chance I get
Bad days are hard
Good days seem too good to be true
This loneliness sucks
But I'm too fucked up
To let people in
I'm sad and I'm cold
But i have nothing to be sad about
Or so I'm told
Can you read minds?
You've known me my whole life
But you don't
You don't know what's going on inside my head
And yet you still make me get out of
bed
No energy
I am paralyzed
No tears in sight
Can't you see
I am not alright
But i have it all
You say
So how could I hate my life?
It is just the weather
A little bit of cold
You are overreacting
Or so I'm told
You've known me my whole life
But you still don't
So you don't have the right to act like you know what's on my mind
If you still don't know now
Then stay away
Saying that feels mean i know
But I'm too fucked up
I'm sad and I'm cold
I'm paranoid and paralyzed
Where is my mind?
YOU ARE READING
A Tale Of Woe
PoetryJust my poems here :) All of the poems are published in the order i've written them TW Mentions of: ED, SH, suicide, and just sad shit in general
