TwistedA Poem by Black WidowTraumatic
times and violent blows; Hidden
secrets that nobody knows. I
sleep eyes-open, hands always fisted. I
guess you could say that my mind is twisted.
Chronic
neurotic; Some
say I’m demonic. I
can’t always remember; I’m
loaded up on narcotics. So
wired anxious I
shut down, enclose. I
have so many secrets I’ll
never expose. I
take meds because I’m
sick in the head. I
swear to be crazy to
the day of my death.
I’m
wise beyond your wildest dreams. Happiness
is just a scary thing. I
try to show people that I am gifted, but
all they see is that I’m dark and twisted.
I’m
running down the
dimly-lit corridors with
extra-padded walls and
outside-locked doors. Determined
depression; Heavy
on my brain. I
fell way off my rocker; Pathologically
insane. No
self-worth, low
self-esteem. Personality
disorder to
the extreme.
Self-harm
is pleasure, it’s what I need. Sometimes
I lie and let myself bleed. No,
I’m not dead; My mind has just drifted. I
can’t help that I’m so sick and so twisted. © 2017 Black WidowFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on March 18, 2017 Last Updated on March 18, 2017 Tags: poem, poetry, lyrics, song lyrics, mental illness, mental health, psychology, addiction, self harm, depression AuthorBlack WidowCarbondale, ILAboutWell, I don't normally give out my real name, however if anyone needs me to prove my identity for any reason, just contact me privately. My pin name is Black Widow so that's what you can call me. I've.. more..Writing
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