She's never there,
she's going insane.
She says she's confused,
she says she's cracked.
She says she doesn't understand,
she slurrs her words.
She says she doesn't know,
what's going on in her mind.
She's indescisive,
her mind is ever-changing.
She's can't commit to her descisions,
she doesn't know what to do.
She wants to cut all her hair off,
she's contemplating suicide.
She's started writing her note,
she thinks about it everyday.
She is afraid,
of all the voices in her head.
She is scared
of telling people what she hears.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
