Maybe it's just me born in the dark,
When I came into this world
Mistreatment would follow me starting the day
My dad mistook a baby for a getaway
to the land of euphoria.
Maybe it's when my mom cried all alone
That I had to be strong.
Or maybe it's meaningless
But there has to be a reason life beats me down.
I scream the words that echo rooftops
I have words I don't say out loud,
Scenarios that play over my head a million times
That never happen in real life.
What is the definition of okay?
Because I'd really like to know.
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Dark Halo - Poetry
PoetryPoetry on struggling mental health, childhood trauma, anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts. About overcoming it and get through it one step at a time :)
