CIRCLES
BY C.WYNTER

I hate my mind, and it makes me hate myself, I am tired,
The numbness is so odd, the calmness a different desire,
Talk therapy didn't work today, going over the past made realize how bad,
The choices made by others that influenced my decisions, so now I'm sad,
And I swear I looked for the good, things to be grateful about,
I know it could be worse but these feelings Demand to be let out,
I'm unhappy, there's just this hole deep inside of me,
Festering, expanding, into more nothingness of who I was to be,
I see no point, so I hold myself tightly as I sink deeper,
What will make the pain stop?, Struggling to keep it together,
Heard my mother tell her friend,"oh she's gotten better", oh you fool,
Just masking my reality, or I'll break, so keep calm, keep cool,
But the headaches are daily, insomnia now at its best,
Always so damn tired, my heart needs to mend, to rest,
I'm falling apart at the seams, I have even given up too,
Words aren't enough anymore, right now a hug will do,
I worry a lot, because I am well aware of how bad things can get,
One wrong move and everything falls apart and this makes me upset,
I just want someone to hold me, so my pieces don't fall apart,
I've kept it together for as long as I can, but all I see is dark.

© C.Wynter