My Mind

My mind is a place of darkness, a place I dwell in when night falls. I want to break free from it’s restraint, but it’s too strong.

My brain
A mess of numbers and theories
Swirls of uncertainty and unheard voices
They cloud my mind

I am who I have to be,
Not who I want to be
Saying what I have to,
Not what I want to

But once in a while,
I loses control
I cry, I scream, letting out all my pain,
I speak my mind

I’m tired of hiding
Tired of being scared
But there’s still a part of me
That listens to my mind

No matter how much I want to
It won’t let me be
It keeps telling me
That it’s right, my mind

That if I show the world
Who I really am
They’ll abandon me
So I listen to my mind

I look for my scissors
And slash across my arm
Blood bubbling up
Soothing my mind

One night it was too much
I cut the other way
Going to end it all
To silence my mind

But before it was over,
They found me
And they yelled at me
Trying to break into my dark mind

No they don’t know
Not about the cuts
Not about the scars
Not about the endless turmoil in my mind

Author's Note

I really suck at poetry, but I had to get this off my chest.

Reviews

[Ms Paragon]

I shivered reading this.Too realistic. I hope we all end up being stronger than our darkest thoughts and get to see the brighter side.It's all a matter of perspective I guess.It all boils down on what you choose to see.

[Dark_Hearts]

Well, I was trying to describe what it's like in those dark moments for those who do cope with self harm, like me. I know it's super dark. :p

[Ms Paragon]

I must be very hard to go through something like this.I wish you all the best. I know it's just words but words make up our reality,so I do wish brighter words come your way.

[Dark_Hearts]

Thanks, I wish I could think of happier things, but I just... can't. Thanks for reading this.