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Brooke Feb 2020
My thoughts are racing
And my heart rate’s climbing
I wish I knew
how to calm down

But once the spinning starts
It’s impossible to stop
The crazy seeps in and
I can’t make out

A single thought
My mind becomes a blur
And my breathing, stops
Or so it seems to me

It feels like I can’t breathe
But maybe that’s just my lungs
Failing me
The way my mind breaks me

I wish I had a way
To escape this pain
To release this fear
That I am holding, onto

It looks like a lifeline
But it’s a sinking weight
That pulls me down with every wave
Of every mistake that I will make

My logic has abandoned me
and i can’t think straight
Brooke Feb 2020
You see the marker
On my hands
But not the cuts
Upon my wrists
Brooke Feb 2020
Does growing up mean, forgetting?
About all the people I've known till now
Does growing up mean, letting go?
Of who I was, many years ago
Does growing up mean, forgiving?
The trauma I've had to heal from
Does growing up mean, losing you?
The only one, who got me through
Brooke Feb 2020
Poetry is love
Love is complexity
Complexity is normal
Normal an illusion
Brooke Feb 2020
Is growing older
Worth the pain
Of letting go
Of yesterday

Is growing older
Worth the cost
Of moving on
From everyone
You've left behind
Brooke Feb 2020
I try to speak
I try to think
Highly of things
That have always hurt me
Does this mean
There's something wrong with me?
Brooke Feb 2020
I am reminded daily
Of my own fragility
That in a single moment
I can be broken
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