I reached too far into the darkness
I got my hand stuck in barb wire.
It won't budge,
Just like the knot of emotions
Stuck in my stomach.
I stare emotionless in my bed
Time goes by too fast
My mind can't process the dark.
3am is a time reserved for hurting people,
Just like me.
Trying to make sugar out of salt,
And pain out of some sort of soul search.
Headaches become migraines,
Thoughts become endless.
I balance battles like a game of cards
The cards don't always come out of my favor.
So here I begin again,
Twisting myself out of barb wire
Except I lied it's not just my hand stuck,
My whole body is stuck.
This is why the "I'm good"
Turns to "I'm fine"
I'm too scared to ask for help.
Telling people my emotions
Is my barb wire masked in sugar
So sweet I could be fooled for honey.
But imperfections don't turn prefect,
And a fake smile doesn't equal happiness.
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Melancholy - poem
PoetryEnjoy well written poetry that is relatable for many, in short or long entries each chapter. It is sad, motivating, and breathtaking to read with each part relating to things I've been through and others have been through too. It's a well worth it r...
