My mind racing
Although I'm standing still.
A never-ending battle
Called life.
Always on edge,
Sharp like a blade.
Cutting into soft flesh.
The words you don't speak,
Your body screams aloud.
All of your secrets surfacing,
Drown you in their lies.
Thinking we could grow together,
Has led us to growing apart.
YOU ARE READING
Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
