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Sep 2014
My weaknesses are many
My mind is my strength and weakness
My every breath has me thinking, reeling
At the facts of life
My weakness is depression and oddly, it's my strength
It taught me how cruel life is
Even in its time of beauty there's something ugly behind it, and you see it eventually
My weakness is my mind because, it tricked me into thinking I'm ok, that I'm fine and dandy
Then when my focus slips, when it's quiet, or when I'm alone it torments me with imaginary images that never seem to go away and I fall deeper into darkness, into abyss and it makes me think it's home, it makes me think it's what I deserve
Alone
In a hollow shell of a home
And the funny thing is, is that it's making me learn to accept it
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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