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 :)