tw: self harm
the darkness is so comforting
i know my cheery then depressed attitudes probably confuse and worry
but i can go from crying and slashing my skin to cracking shitty jokes and laughing with friends
it's so easy for me to switch between all the emotions on the spectrum
my brain changes topics and forgets 'to-do items' in an instant
anxiety and overzealousness and hyperactivity slowly slips
morphs into tired and nihilism and purposelessness
rinse and repeat
repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
pervasive thoughts consume once in while
// y o u w i l l d i e a l o n e a n d h a t e d //
s h u t u p , d u m b a s s ! !
i t ' s n o t m y f a u l t s t o p
it hasn't visited me for more than a few minutes to an hour a day
i am in purgatory created by my own hand
the dark parts of me treating what little innocence is left like a puppet
this too shall pass, they say
and i will wait until that day
when the sun rises, painting my mind with a yellow red glow
and the demons will flee, if only for the time that the sun shines
we shall not be defeated
YOU ARE READING
Poetry?
Poetryuh just feelings vomited onto a page, some dredged up from my school docs accnt. maybe it's semi-good. just basic teenage boy angst. enjoy if you want. heads up, some // n o t f u n v i b e s// ahead
