The walls of my heart,
they clench me in.
The voices in my head,
they tell me the worst things I've always read.
The words I hear,
they're the things that I always fear.
The dinner I ate,
I let them find their way back up.
The ink in my wrists,
I watch them flow from thin lines.
The fear I feel,
they make the monsters real.
The anxiety I feel,
it overwhelms me.
The things I feel,
they make me hate me.
they make me loathe me.
they **** me.
I hope you guys like this one. I know my recent poems aren't as good bc I can't find an inspiration to be honest and I want to write something good but it just doesn't come to me. I've been ******* so much at everything really. But yeah, please like and comment. Make it trend. Thanks :)