Tired,
of always crying
and
feeling like shit, feeling weak.
Weak, weak, weak.
Why must I be so weak?
Why must I break down so easily,
tears pooling out of my eyes,
my brain swimming,
swimming through the thoughts in my head
until it suffocates and drowns,
pulled down by the terrible demons who
sucked it into the poisonous vortex of my mind.
Why must I be so against myself?
Why must my bones be so weak,
my stomach, my brain, my tongue?
My thoughts, my organs... me?
Why do I feel so weak?
Am I weak?
Am I strong?
What is weakness?
What is strength?
I feel as though I am being attacked,
attacked by myself,
which causes me to become
weak.
A/N
Song: Weak - AJR
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...