The walls will break and my mirror will crack
My parents will be screaming and everything goes black.
My little siblings will be crying and my body will go numb
I'll try to breathe but I feel like I've punctured my lungs.
I'll take bottles of pills and cut my skin
Just to prove my patience is thin.
The police will come and it's to the hospital I see myself go
My therapist told me not to let myself get that low.
But once the damage is done and I've gone past the point of return
My mom will be crying and my fist will be bloody and hurt.
After I snap out of it and I come back to reality
The major depression hits once I realize I again lost my sanity.
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Author:
Olivia London (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2017 10:29
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments4
Aaaaaaw I hope you find yourself in a better place soon
This sound a lot like what I've gone through in the past. It's terrible but now I know I'm not alone. Amazing poem! ~Bella
Very good....
I like this a lot...
Very well done..
Well written and expressed Great write
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