It is so hard to get out of bed,
but god knows I am trying.
Floated feelings of guilt,
loneliness taking over.
I am radio silent,
thinking,
thinking of dying.
I wonder,
when will it end?
But I stay quiet,
there is enough violence going on in my head,
loud voices,
hurt in my heart.
The constant battle between what is and what as.
.
..
I am radio silent,
begging,
begging for a single soul to hear the silent screams for help.
Help... help.
Nobody can hear me, not that they'd care.
So I go back to not being heard,
or seen.
I stay radio silent.
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
