The trust I held for those close to me,
torn from my chest by the new and unknown.
How deceiving it was when this stranger waltzed in,
kind and full of wondrous humor.
Something so light turned into something so heavy.
The power to turn any heart cold,
now I lay here with a body, empty and shivering.
Reminiscing on the happier times,
when my mind pure of enemies.
I owe my demons to those who hurt me,
My soul now lost in the breeze.
Left with the feelings of isolation,
and filled with the sense of dread.
Afraid of when you arrive,
ecstatic to know you've gone,
disappointed to find myself home.
In a place that's supposed to be knit with safety.
You have driven me mad, and to the point of insanity.
I cry as night, lusting for the control you've taken.
I resort to the only thing I have left.
My body, the one thing you can't manipulate.
I will tear myself apart before I give you everything.
This slow destruction of myself is how I thrive.
The feeling of weightlessness,
It's exhilarating, it's mine.
Dizziness floods my movements,
Taking my attention from the mental pain.
For as long as you are here,
I will remain gone,
past the point of repair.
Gone into a stated of nothing.
You got what you wanted,
my soul, and my warmth.
~To those who have hurt me
Mercedes Nelson
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
PoesíaMy therapy ••• I'm bad at expressing my feelings and I've found poetry to be very therapeutic for me ••• Warning: depressing and could be triggering
