racehorseA Poem by rosieect01/52, 2018
The hardest part of being broken
is that it’s very hard to listen when people tell me how to put myself together again i want to scream can’t they see that I like this? the downwards spiral, the turning away, the cold and lonely nights when i cry myself to sleep it’s the most alive i ever feel because it’s the only time i feel anything at all in a constant race for perfection i stumbled before i made it out of the gate shattered both of my legs and had to be put down there’s no room left for sad poetry but even the nice ones i write are tinged with the sting of two decades worth of failure am i good enough yet? © 2018 rosieect |
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Added on January 2, 2018 Last Updated on January 2, 2018 Tags: recovery, depression, mental illness, healing AuthorrosieectNew ZealandAboutkind of sad, trying to get over it. not 100% sure if poetry is something I'm good at or not. more..Writing
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