Searching for something to grab onto in reality but you can't...
Falling deeper and deeper into insanity.
Wanting to scream and open your chest and tell someone what is happening but you barley know yourself.
It's selfish to tell someone how you feel when they are in war trying survive them self.
No matter how many times the show a white flag towards you.
You hold back and fight back the tears and say you're okay.
Even if your not.
See you put yourself last just to make sure everyone else is happy and smiling and even then. You still can't open up or say anything because you are so scared they will see you the way you see yourself.
They see you as this "happy" and strong person when really you can't even look in the mirror for a second and see what they see.
-idk if I can write that much anymore. Kinda just. Lost in the emptiness of my brain-
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
