If you’ve got something mentally wrong like I do, I think you will appreciate this poem.
I can’t think straight again
and my knees have gone weak
This time it’s not passing
and my lungs have gone asleep.
The breath has gone away
and my eyes are filled with tears
I try to hold them back
to delay my darkest fears.
Now the room is getting hazy
and their faces start to spin
I can’t hold on to reality-
I don’t know where it begins.
I close my eyes and slip away
If only for a little while
It’s like I’m in a nightmare but still awake
Like the door running away with every mile.
I look around me, trying to ask for help
Or at least try to come back to tday
I can’t do it
Not when I can’t talk myself into the “It’s okay”
Not when everything inside is louder than out
Causing my ears to ring
Things related to big to small to in to out
Causing me to realize that there’s nothing to bring
Nothing to do for me
Just sit back and let it pass.
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