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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! Please be cautious when reading. If you feel you'll be triggered in any way, please don't read. Thank you. I'm done. Done with trying too hard Done with sleepless nights Done with disappointment Done with being a disappointment Done with hearing their voices in my head Done with seeing visions of my abuse Done with being around people That just don't care I know they care But my brain tells me they can't be trusted They're like everyone else I avoid "everyone else" I'm done with my anxiety Done with my sexuality Done with my gender Done with my PTSD Done trying to pretend I'm happy When all I've wanted to do is cry But crying would make others uncomfortable And doing that in the past led to peer abuse I'm done with my brain going on tangents Done with having a constant smile on my face Even though it's fake And everyone knows it is Done with heaving after a panic attack Done with my abusive visions becoming reality Done with feeling nothing Done with being anything Done with breathing Done with living Because at this point What is there to live for?
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! Please be cautious when reading. If you feel you'll be triggered in any way, please don't read. Thank you. I'm done. Done with trying too hard Done with sleepless nights Done with disappointment Done with being a disappointment Done with hearing their voices in my head Done with seeing visions of my abuse Done with being around people That just don't care I know they care But my brain tells me they can't be trusted They're like everyone else I avoid "everyone else" I'm done with my anxiety Done with my sexuality Done with my gender Done with my PTSD Done trying to pretend I'm happy When all I've wanted to do is cry But crying would make others uncomfortable And doing that in the past led to peer abuse I'm done with my brain going on tangents Done with having a constant smile on my face Even though it's fake And everyone knows it is Done with heaving after a panic attack Done with my abusive visions becoming reality Done with feeling nothing Done with being anything Done with breathing Done with living Because at this point What is there to live for?
My feelings for the past couple days. Getting help and doing my best to get better. Wrote this to relieve some pressure.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
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