The sound of my words
It’s drowned out by my own thoughts.
I can’t get a word in edgewise in my head.
I feel like I am trapped,
Not by others though.
The only oppression I receive is from me and my own thoughts.
And when I try to speak up the words come back down my throat,
Something different comes out.
That’s not what I was trying to say.
It burns like bile coming up when you haven’t eaten in awhile, because the voice in your head
tells you are too fat,
It cuts deep like the blade across your thighs, because even though it’s a cry for help you keep it
It echoes like the migraine you get when you don’t drink enough water because your body doesn’t want to be
Sometimes you hope you don’t survive so that the pain will end,
Others you hope someone will help you,
Usually you're just numb and without feelings.
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