Somedays I want to lay in my bath and pull my head under water to drown out the thoughts of myself hatred.
Somedays I stay under a little too long.
I hear a knock at the door.
“Are you okay?”
“is everything alright?”
I get out and smile.
“Yes, love. I’m okay.”
I’m a prisoner in my head.
I beat on the walls of my memories to silence them.
I rattle the cage of my anxiety in hopes to escape.
My depression comes in to beat me down and shoots me up with apathy.
I sit in the corner of my mind Numb with nothing left to feel.
You want me to come out and play but I only feel it’s best I stay away.
To drag another into my hell, I call a conscience, would be a crime.
I can't feel my tears. I don’t remember why I’m crying.
Why am I crying? Wait...
Why can’t I breathe?
My head feels like static. What am I doing with my hands?
My heart it’s beating so fast.
I can’t see anything. Am I dying?
I’m choking.
“Hey you’ve been quite are you okay?”
“Yes, love. I’m okay.”
About the Creator
Laticia Vargas-Mendoza
Aspiring writer. I have been writing poetry since I was 6. Now I have the courage to share with you. I want to write as a career and help support us. your support is greatly appreciated too and will allow me to keep following my passion.
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