Sorrow invades my soul,
Changing my molecular structure.
Molding me into,
Something else.
Unrecognizable to myself and you.
I loathe this thing I've become.
A mess of pain and sadness.
Uncontrollable.
Do you really think I choose to be this way?
Who doesn't want to be happy?
If I could, I would but I can't.
Happiness is few and far between.
Instead of thinking that somethung in me is broken,
I have chosen to embrace
Me.
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
