Preposterous

April 1st, 2024

I confess, I’m a mess
Most days I don’t even get dressed
The gears turning in my head
Filling with things unsaid
I took a break from sharing thoughts
I didn’t want to get caught
Unbeknownst to what occurred
I broke down like once before
Holding my breath
This is life or death

Stop Pretending It’s Okay

March 27th, 2024

I live in a state of catastrophizing
There’s something dark in me
I don’t know what to do
Deep down I am so angry
I’m stuck in a sleep paralysis
Like a hypnosis where I’m bound
When I’ve built up broken people
They’ve only torn me down
Sometimes I wonder if I went missing
How long it would take someone to realize
Would anyone care enough to check
These thoughts I constantly agonize
I remember just a few years ago
When I used to run in all black at night
I didn’t care if I got hit by a car
I gave up thinking things could be alright
What does it say about me
When my self-esteem breaks
Because I gave so much to people
Who only knew how to take
Sometimes I’ve felt like nothing
Sometimes I’ve felt like a disgrace
Tired of picking at these wounds
So I’m picking at my face
My skin is crawling
With past decisions that I’ve made
This is my life
I’m done being afraid
I don’t have all the answers
Some days I don’t know the question
And if they’re going to judge me
At least provide me a suggestion
I’m telling myself I can get through this
I need to sit with it and be sad
And even though it’s uncomfortable
I need to feel the feelings I had

The Writer

March 14th, 2024

I can’t help it sometimes
My mind works in rhymes
These thoughts in my head
Are working overtime
They want to be heard
They don’t stay confined
The poems write themselves
The words cycle in my mind
So I have to write them out
They give me no choice
And speaking through poetry
Has become my true voice