"Your eyes are swollen,
and your smile seems to be stolen.
You appear sad,
and nothing seems to make you glad.
You look like you've been crying,
and it seems like you're dying on the inside."
"Oh, I'm fine."
No, I'm not fine.
I've lost my shine.
Yes, I've been crying,
and I am dying on the inside.
Unexplainable things occur inside my head,
things that I can't even explain myself.
How do I explain it to you?
I tried describing them to a few,
they would look at me like they knew,
and then would just say, "Oh, me too."
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
