Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind
Chasing my thoughts like they're one step behind
Screaming inside while I smile and rewind
I hate it here but i don't wanna die;
Waking up tired from dreams that won’t end
Faking a laugh just to play and pretend
Breaking again when I try to ascend
I’m not okay, but I know how to lie.
the thoughts start to form and the dark starts to grow
and i think that i lost it a long time ago
still i'l try to hold on to the things that i know
but that side of my face is the side i don't show
I believe i've lost all, i care not, but i dare not leave.
oh, i'm on stage. the worlds a theatre, never i breathe.
i ramble insanity, don't show that i bleed,
When will the curtain fall for my last goodbye?
- Authors: Sylva (Pseudonym), GeekSusie, Mr,apocalapse, -DR
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- Finished: August 15th, 2025 21:42
- Limit: 4 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: can we keep the same style ? like 3 ryhmes then one deep line :)
- Category: Surrealist
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- Users favorite of this poem: norabronte
Comments2
Some likewise minds in this write, very relatable to me, hence i am reading in the middle of the night, nicely done
Shadows creep closer with whispers they weave
Tangled in threads I can never unleave
Bury my truths in the nights I conceive
Yet every dream still finds a way to cry.
this is SO GOOD 🥹
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