So many mood swings
One minute she's crying
The next, dying
One minute she's laughing
Next, she's breaking.No matter how hard
She tried
To not let negativity
Seeps it's way to the surfaceIt somehow
Still found a
Way to showBecause on minute
she was smiling
And the next,
She was lying"I'm fine,"
"I'm Okay,"
She said to everyone
Who askedTo all the by-passers
She looked
Alright
But inside
She had lostShe wanted to
Hug someone
The next,
To punchShe was out of
Control
Of her own damn
EmotionsIt irked her
So much
She felt exhaustedBecause she couldn't
Control
What she wantedIt made her feel
Helpless
Weak
Defenceless
And a wanting to shriekShe lost control
Slowly
And her grip of
Reality
Was no moreShe lost her way
And couldn't get back
And that's when she
Knew and acceptedShe had finally lost defeat
No optimism could resolve itAll
She wanted
Was control
Over her life.Not even full
Grasp
Maybe
HalfBut that's the thing
Life isn't
A wishing genie
It doesn't grant your wishIt makes your
Suffer
Torment
And strive
To get what you deserveBut life
Had made her
Life especially
BrutalBecause she was born
A warrior
Whether she
Knew it or notShe slowly lost
Her mind
Her grasp
On realityAnd no matter how hard
She tried
To not let negativity
Seeps it's way to the surfaceIt somehow
Still found a
Way to show
And glowShe truly
Had no control
And was frantically
Lost in a sea
Of oblivion
ESTÁS LEYENDO
➵ Midnight Thoughts | ✔︎
PoesíaRandom, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow. Love, Lillian x x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...