Most days I just want to stay in bed,
Curl up into a ball and cry.
Most days I want to leave everything, Dissappear without a goodbye.
Most days I want to hide,
Become invisible to people's eyes.
Most days I want to feel nothing,
Keep everything in disguise.
Most days I want to jump,
Fall until I crash.
Most days I want to scream,
Walk up to a mirror and smash.
Most days I want to cause pain,
Punch in someone's face.
Most days I want to isolate,
Keep a safe distance with space.
Most days I want to give up,
Take away my own life.
Most days I want to give in,
Cut myself deep with a knife.
Most days I want to collapse,
Crash onto the floor.
Most days I cry,
Keep it silent and lock my door.
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Author:
Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2017 09:05
- Comment from author about the poem: It's about how I feel most days, what people don't know or notice.
- Category: Sad
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