Book of Mind

My mind is a book unread

With pages that have words to be said

But I am filled with dred to read ahead

My words pile up unsaid.

I am crushed underneath them leaving me for dead

I am hanging by a thread

Trying to get ahead without any bloodshed

I am trapped in my head with words misread

I am fighting to leave this twisting web

One day I will be freed from this death's head

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741