I’m not necessarily normal I say and he looks at me as if I’m confused
He asks me “what do you mean?”
I look at him in his eyes and try my best to explain.
The thing is one minute I’m fine
I talk I laugh I feel as if I’m on top of the world
I sleep I eat it’s as if nothing was ever wrong
The next minute I'm wakened up and the carpet is ripped from under me and I’m living in a nightmare as all I can see is darkness.
As I feel as if I’m being pulled deeper and deeper each time to the point where I can no longer breathe
But then I open my eyes and everyone looks at me confused
What possibly is wrong with my life?
What could I possibly be struggling with at this age?
They wonder when they see me go insane
After all, I should be fine
So with that in mind, it’s easy for them to say I don’t belong
So then I’m left alone with my own thoughts trying to save myself before I’m dragged so down that I can’t get back up
And have the energy to fake a smile
So sir tell me do you know what the hell is wrong with me because I don’t and all I do know is that it’s really hard to want to stay alive when death seems like heaven in comparison.
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