(So, it's like midnight and I can't sleep. I've been listening to Fight Song by Rachel Platten for probably twenty minutes, which usually helps me sleep, but tonight it's not doing crap. So I decided I would write. But before we get to the poem, I'd like to explain some of my recent poems about low self esteem and voices in my head. In short, I've started hearing voices and not the nice kind. They're the kind that pick out every single one of my flaws and run them on repeat. Like I said, not nice. But there is one that I like. And this poem is dedicated to her. Yes, I am dedicating a poem to a voice in my head. Now, without further ado, the poem.)
So many harsh words,
All from within my mind.
They cut me like swords,
Yet I say I'm fine.
But, quietly, one voice cuts through the others.
She whispers words I want to hear.
She counters her brothers.
She eases my fear.
Her name is Hope.
She makes me care about my health.
She keeps me from hanging a rope
And killing myself.
She tells me I am beautiful, wonderful, and kind,
She keeps me sane.
Repairs my mind,
And fixes my brain.
She holds me together,
And she keeps me going on.
It doesn't matter whether
I'm right or wrong.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
