Excessive heights diving from the clouds
Falling into pools of self doubt
My thoughts are dizzy
And my head is spinny
I'm making up words
And sacrificing sentences
To show you what my taped up soul
Can really handle.
And i can promise you,
It's not much,
But it's a lot more than even i realize.
See every broken thought pouring out of
This messy space i call my head
Proves my worth
In slight fractions of dread
I'm not what you think
I'm not who you want me to be
Why are you attracted to me?
I wear my heart on my throat
Vulnerable and stealable
I'm holding onto this hope
That i'll last one more day
I'm sick of being alone
But tired of people
See, every decision i make forms a battleground
Stocked with soldiers and monsters alike
Explosions beneath my chin
Nerves on fire with the feel of...
Is this what it's like to feel?
It seems like every time i try
To show you my life
You don't understand that my palms,
They burn just holding my world in place.
Traverse the scarred plains of my brain
Trenches and skyrises await you
And i don't know if you can handle
My taped up soul.
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Scardust Poetry
Poetryi'm a poet, at least i'd like to believe i am. This is my journal, my world, my emotions, and me. Enjoy, and tread forward carefully. There will be triggers in this book, mental health and allusions to self harm and death. PLEASE do not be discourag...
