Everyday I ask myself, how many of you are there?
Will more spawn in the depths of my mind, patiently waiting to whisper gentle phrases, manipulating my physically scared body and my vulnerable thoughts. You made it seem like I was somewhat plain. You handcuff my original, bound and gag it, leaving the blood to pour from my wrists. When you take over, you make me feel sober and balanced as I lay on my floor, cold, alone and afraid. You lift my body and ensure it’s prudent.
As I lay on my floor, covered in the blood that I brought upon my self, I feel light and I stare at it. My eyes darken and my own thoughts hang themselves in shame and you, or another possesses my physical body and I actually believe I’m lucid.
Leave me alone. Please.
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
