Poetic Thoughts

Scribble

It feels like a scribble
All messy and dark
You can't even explain
What's wrong with me?!

You rock back and forth
Sobbing in the corner
Dammit stop crying!
Why are you crying?!

Your heart seems to speed up
Your hands won't stop shaking
Your breathing is heavy
Why am I so nauseous?!

The day was fine
Nothing went wrong
But you're still upset
Why am I so fucking sad?!

Weeks have passed
You haven't felt any better
Nothing is different
Why am I feeling worse?!

It's beginning to feel normal
The constant pain
The self hatred
That god forsaken smile you wear every day
Does anybody notice?
Would anybody care?
Do I care?

You've lost track of the days
They turn into weeks and months
And years
I don't care anymore.

A/N: To those of you who give a fuck-Yes, this poem is depressing. No, I'm not feeling my best and am actually quite unstable right now, but I manage. No, this isn't a cry for help, nor attention. I think that's all so, until next time, bye!