I have people around me,
But loneliness clings to my soul like a bitch does to a bone.
I have been encouraged to do things I love,
But I have never felt so anxious to do so.
On the outside there's laughter and smiles,
Yet dig deeper into the depths of my soul and you will understand that I am just riddled with doom.
Compassion, care and support is there whenever it can be,
Yet leaving the safety net that i call home is a battle I can barely bring myself to do.
Please God tell me what I can do to relieve me of this pain.
Why wont this get out my brain?
"Get off me" is all I can hear myself say.
A constant repeat in my mind.
Everyone asks if I'm okay.
I want to say "no I'm not".
But I hit them with the lie "yes, I'm fine".
I want to use the blades.
I want to use the knives.
I crave that rope around my neck so bad,
I don't think I can see another daylight.
But then I think of the boy I love so dearly,
Why would I want the clocks to reverse?
A boy of ten shouldn't be trapped in this fucking curse.
So instead I suffer in silence and never tell a soul a thing,
Because it hurts much less than what I am expected to bring.
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The Little Book of Poems: Understanding Me
Poetry"Understanding Me" is a raw and poignant exploration of the soul's depths through verse. Dive into a cascade of meaningful words, where emotions run untamed and vulnerability becomes strength. This poetic journey unveils the raw beauty of self-disco...
