Self-Destruction

Restless nights shine through my eyes.
Who knows what the day will bring?
Restless mind rewinds the lies
That I force myself to sing.
My heart clings to them like flies
Reaching with extended wings.

 

I've trapped myself inside my mind,

A plae much safer than outside.
When I leave, what will I find?
Is it worth it or should I hide?

 

Countless times, I've destroyed what's mine

In an attempt to destroy it all.

Countless times, I've told these lies

'Cause I'm too weak to watch myself fall.

 

Self-destruction,
a production of a need for control.
Purposeful dysfunction,
an excuse to never let me go.

 

Of late, I explore these confines
Only to retrace the ways that brought me here.
Escaping, climbing up this wall with vines,
I realize I don't want to be free. I want to disappear.

Author's Note

I might edit it a bit and add more stanzas.
This was also the first poem I've written since I was 12 (I'm 15), so I'm kind of proud.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

I know this "Self Destruction" and how easy it is to
trap thy own self; for a variety of different reasons, excuses.

It's scary in the big bad world.
It may be easier to disappear than explore.

Edit away if you like; it's your choice.
Good job

[Not A Writer]

You got a talent. Let it grow and keep on writing. Hope to read more from you.

[Ashley]

good job :)