A Poem by Adalia


It's funny how sometimes you can
forget about things, just dance

but as soon as you're home
comes the feeling of broken bones

crushed under the weight of the world
the monster of my fears with its wings unfurled

while what I see in my head 
reflects how I wish I was dead

and I hear all those voices talking to me
make me think I'm f*****g insane, so crazy

and even in this moment I know
I sound like I'm complaining, but no

with all the f*****g pills and the shrink
I'm too medicated to know what I actually think

and I remember waking up in the middle of the night crying
but you didn't help, just ended up sighing

there used to be your things, a sign of how long you'd stayed
on my nightstand but now there's just a blade

this isn't a joke, isn't tongue-in-cheek
I can't believe that I got this weak

© 2013 Adalia

Author's Note

all venting

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A good vent and poem...Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 8 Years Ago

you've already told by this write about all kinda weakness's...lol, well penned, nicely done.
words're powerful indeed and your theme's great to write i can visualize some reality by this piece
100/100 :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 20, 2013
Last Updated on May 20, 2013
Tags: depression, schizophrenia, mental illness, alone, self harm



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