88th Poem: Weak

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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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