Mixed episode

I watch days go by Fly away feel sanity decay I’m floating In my mind I don’t seem to know why Then I crash into the ground Hearing my thoughts pass Thinking I might drown Deep in depression I can’t catch my breath I’m not in the room Yet with mania I feel like I bloom Insane eyes Racing mind Sanity dies Yet I find beauty on it I think I’m having a heart attack I can’t feels my legs I’m not here I’m not real Nothing’s real I can’t feel a thing Making me feel terrified Am I dying? I’m afraid I might hurt myself Why my hands seem like they’re not there? Days are long And of the nights I never get enough About to get fucked up I pour my cup I’m getting drunk I smoke I want to fuck Wanna trip up To feel awake And not feel the same To feel alive Will I survive? Hyperactive Will I thrive? Depression is consuming me Like the joints I fly away with Through smoke Mania’s back Ready for attack Anxiety has my back No matter how high I fly I fall back It’s a panic attack Make it stop I flop I take my pills And they put me to sleep Then I dream Vividly dream I’m not scared Is this a dream? Why does it feel like it’s real? I don’t feel real awake When I think of death I’m not scared Will I go?

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

daniela-jolin-linares

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write