my body feels stuck
aching for a warmth
that isn't there
longing for a hold
that only slips
my fingerprints
are more like ghosts
like the dead seconds
are starting to leave marks
another reminder
that I'm only haunting
I can't explain the numb
like I'm dead
but not really
like I'm living
but not really
like apocalypse
but not really
sometimes I swear
I already died
but I'm still not sure
when the breathing stopped
still don't know
why I still linger here
still don't know how
this body is alive
when I am not
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
