Loop after endless loop
Of words that don't make sense.
Telling me how bad it is
Just to see how bad it ends.
In a whisper somehow loud
That makes my body burn
Like acid in an open wound.
I don't know where to turn.
People would cry if they knew my mind,
Calling an aching plot.
They'll never quite know what it's like
To be destroyed by just a thought.
Why can't I escape from this prison I made?
I didn't mean to make it so strong.
No one comes in, no one comes out,
And alone I sing my song.
People would cry if they knew my mind,
Calling an aching plot.
They'll never quite know what it's like
To be destroyed by just a thought.
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Poems From Another Sad Teenager
PoetryPoems From Another Sad Teenager is a collection of personal poetry highlighting the ups and downs of being a teenager in the 21st century. Dealing with topics of depression, anxiety, friendship, loss, healing, and growth, it gives a relatable narrat...
