Mistaken identity
Broken mind
Thoughts of the past
Flood to the head
Memories which were forgotten
Things you wish remained locked
Now rush past
Clouding your mind
Seeing what you went through
Fearing what you have become
Wondering where you truly are
Silently crying out in pain
Rushing to seek help
Yet none can be found
The fear you once knew
Now back with vengeance
Try your best to hide
Remaining stuck
In a never ending decent
Into a spiralling depression
You hold fasts to your chest
Trying to clench the pain away
But to no avail
It lingers there still
Scratching at your head
You try to breath
Hoping that it will not last
But the more you wish the more it sticks
You begin to crumble
Exposing yourself to those you shouldn’t
Hoping for them to love you as you are
And not what they want you to be
But rejection cuts deep
You look down and notice
Words of hate pouring out
From your open scars
Closing your eyes
You shake your head
Trying to dislodge the thoughts
That cling to your mind
You open your eyes again
To find that the words have turned red
There is an object on the floor
Sharp and coated in crimson
You realize in your delirium
You have wounded yourself
While trying desperately
To rid yourself of the pain
Puddle on the floor
Staining the carpet a crimson red
The blood which was once words
Flowing out in a rush
You stare
Not knowing what to do
You start to cry again
As the pain begins to lift
Slowly but surely the pain turns numb
You try to grasp your chest
But find your limbs are heavy
Your eyes begin to shut
You think in your mind
This is the end
You are finally free of the pain
But are you truly free
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
Mistaken identity
Broken mind
Thoughts of the past
Flood to the head
Memories which were forgotten
Things you wish remained locked
Now rush past
Clouding your mind
Seeing what you went through
Fearing what you have become
Wondering where you truly are
Silently crying out in pain
Rushing to seek help
Yet none can be found
The fear you once knew
Now back with vengeance
Try your best to hide
Remaining stuck
In a never ending decent
Into a spiralling depression
You hold fasts to your chest
Trying to clench the pain away
But to no avail
It lingers there still
Scratching at your head
You try to breath
Hoping that it will not last
But the more you wish the more it sticks
You begin to crumble
Exposing yourself to those you shouldn’t
Hoping for them to love you as you are
And not what they want you to be
But rejection cuts deep
You look down and notice
Words of hate pouring out
From your open scars
Closing your eyes
You shake your head
Trying to dislodge the thoughts
That cling to your mind
You open your eyes again
To find that the words have turned red
There is an object on the floor
Sharp and coated in crimson
You realize in your delirium
You have wounded yourself
While trying desperately
To rid yourself of the pain
Puddle on the floor
Staining the carpet a crimson red
The blood which was once words
Flowing out in a rush
You stare
Not knowing what to do
You start to cry again
As the pain begins to lift
Slowly but surely the pain turns numb
You try to grasp your chest
But find your limbs are heavy
Your eyes begin to shut
You think in your mind
This is the end
You are finally free of the pain
But are you truly free
