Author's Note: Keep in mind that the following poem is dark, but I am struggling with my mental health and have no one to talk to. So writing is my way of getting it out. Some may find this triggering.
So deep in the dark,
Does anyone know I'm here?
There's no one left to pull me out,
No one here to dry my tears.
How much longer will I last?
It's almost like a game.
Everyone's forgotten about me,
and I only have myself to blame.
I can't accept that I am loved,
So I hide up on the shelf.
Why would anyone care for me?
I don't even care about myself.
I can feel that I'm drowning,
My will to live beginning to cave.
But I can't seem to cry out for help,
Because I'm not so sure I want to be saved.
There's one simple truth,
As I feel the tears fall.
I am numb and empty,
My life means nothing at all.
Written by,
Melissa LaVone
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Poems By The Broken
PoetryThis will be a collection of poems I've wrote through the years! A lot of them are about my struggles with mental illness. This means that occassionally you might stumble on subject matter that may be triggering to some.
