Soft,
Like the graphite skin
you've built around you,
Tainted
by the little cuts on your wrists,
Praised,
by the mantra
of voices in your head
Closing in
with a deafening silence
Unbridled
are the cries you hear
Locked safely
within the walls of your mind.
If needed
you'd fight till your lungs give out
and all that's left of you
is the shell of your lifeless body
perched on the silver table
of a doctor's laboratory.
Yet
even the fading sound
of your heartbeats
won't stop you,
neither
will the soreness from your muscles.
Even the inspiring words
of hateful strangers
wouldn't keep you
from committing
the sin of loving yourself.
Such a sweet minuscule girl you are
believing in the benevolent dreams of the world
The same one that snarls and shivers in disgust
at the presence of you on its holy ground.
You'll come to know
how harsh love can be
when it wobbles on the edge
of obsession and addiction.
And that the sun only rises from the west,
If it rose from the east
then pigs would fly
at the sound of your name.
What a sight to see indeed
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Dedication to ifana8 and XxLastOfMyKindxX.
Y'all have been really supportive. And it honestly just gave me the energy to push further.
I'm truly grateful to see people feel and appreciate my writing.
Thank you,
With love,
Crazy melancholic❤❤
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
