peace of mind

Wed, 09/09/2015 - 23:32 -- santana

bruised up

barely breathing

gasping for air

body shook

hands antsy

trying

dying

to grab the light you took.

 

i dont know how it got like this

being a little girl is what i miss

its easier to be happy when you're oblivious.

it all changed

before i was even tena

a healthy minded girl gone astray and corrupt

guess that shit happens when you grow up

 

walking lifelessly in the halls of hell.

fidgety.

distraction.

calm.

focus.

fidgety.

distraction.

familiar faces calling my name.

if only they could get inside my head

they'd know that

im always trying

to convince myself im fine.

when i relapsed last night

on the floor crying

wishing i could see the light

guess ive gottent good at lying.

 

bright 

mindful

sunny

hazy

tired eyes

summer.

everything isnt so brutal

atleast the weather isnt anymore

which was the last time since the razor kissed my skin.

i lie awake for hours, wishing for human contact

waiting for a friend.

even my mother is a stranger.

feels like she dont know my name.

 

theres many types of loneliness

but it all hurts the same.

the sun is too bright

and im still dying to grab the light you took.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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