#mentalthealth
I am cold
With a stone body.
Rugged,
As a rock.
I am a sculpture of
Myself.
Blank face,
Carved slate.
I am hard to love,
With no embrace
From this faceless rock.
Tuned to stone,
And a heart so cold.
You flail your arms
And wrap them around me
And wail.
Because, I failed
To maintain my humanity.
As the worst body to love,
I become a rock,
And stay stone faced
And hard to love.
As a sculpture I stand,
Not as a human,
But some terrible stone creature.
And I wear away,
Erosion.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC