The repair of my mind is not as easy as it once was. I am broken. Longing to be fixed. Longing to be able to heal myself. Working slowly day by day to heal another piece that has grown gray with lack of light. Fading to black I fear Duct tape and super glue Only holds the fragments Of this mirror mind Reflecting constant strain Emotions Pulled tugged stressed Mentally damaged Spider webbing to my heart I can't take much more I need an escape A back door to these fractures I endure falling Trying to capture Juggling before they shatter further Gashes open up My insides are slowly showing Mental becomes physical Only so much I can hide Spotlighted to those who know me best Foreshadowed to others who don't This picture show of horror Generating more fears How do I ask for help When it's becoming too much for me Alone I thought I could handle this Face my demons I now know I need a bigger monster To keep me from being consumed And if I'm still to fall I won't have done it alone I'll call it a victory If someone could love me In those final seconds
Friend sent me the first part of this and I ran with it. It inspired me while I was working and had to take an early lunch just to jot this down.
Memories like broken glass fill my heart my sensible soul shards of you remain Tattering this perspective Leaving a broken person behind these eyes This Kerouac perception mounted on confusion for feelings left undisclosed Baffling me like a child Thunder and rain my only solace dark clouds my psyche mutually bound Like hurricane Galveston ripping apart these thoughts these transgressions mortally comforting like cigarettes on Sunday reaching forth grasping at straws so they say they always say but do they feel as I've felt? alone & tempered as glass the glum periphery engulfing melting me down eating away into a pool of nihility to harden to break these chains feels outdated unscripted nonsense in the background of my memories souvenirs a setpiece based on untruths
Are you anxious or excited? Perception tricks same headspace ticks Stretch beyond the point of comfort fearful of the pain it brings Persist the test through fight or flight response is timed Allow for growth gain knowledge and engage With experience we evolve
Oh to be self absorbed. Floating through life thinking you’re the only one worth giving a **** about. I’d feel sorry for you if you hadn’t suggest it yourself. Control your illusions of grandeur and I’ll control my contemptuous ramblings. You’re so vain. You probably think this poem’s about you.
Sorry for the slightly aggressive tone, just needed to get some feelings off my chest about some of the people in my school. It’s been playing on my mind recently and what better way to release those feelings than through some good old fashioned poetry XD