I've dealt with my feelings in a way
Where no one knows about them.
I keep it to myself
How scared I really am,
The insecurities,
The fire raging in my head.
I've been running away
I disassociate them when I get hurt.
I freeze when I want to fight,
I just know I can't do anything,
So I run to the back of my mind.
Huddled behind the fire I can't put out.
It rages,
The days I never go outside,
My bed is a prison.
All I do is keep busy
But it doesn't heal the empty pain,
I can't feel when I'm a mess in a making.
I'm getting tired of the same fire
Spreading down to my chest.
This is hard I don't what to feel and what to do,
No one understands the way
My mind works.
I wish there was a instruction manual
How do you put out a fire
That never goes away?
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Melancholy - poem
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