SCREAMing, SHAKING, FALLING DOWN
AND THERES BLOOD ON THE FLOOR
AND I CAN'T feel my body
Why don't you
Want me?
Why can't you
Love me?
Because I'm different?
I don't
Understand
I cried once, cried thrice
Cried blood tears
In the fruit of my choice
Lie after lie, like pearls on a string
It doesn't matter
Right or wrong,
I regret almost everything
I've ever done
To be honest,
to be fair
We were never going anywhere.
My beating heart still bleeds
On the pavement
I dragged my feet
On my way to you
And you welcomed me
With open loving arms
Only to fill the cavern in my chest
With dynamite.
YOU ARE READING
Lies My Therapist Told Me
PoetryFor the ones who feel everything, the ones who stay up all night crying, the ones who cannot sleep.
