Disclaimer: there is some stronger subject matter within this poem. mention of self harm mainly. This piece is different then most of the ones you will find here. I wanted to post a smaller, more blatantly personal one to see how people liked it. thank you again for even reading my work. plenty more to come!
Let’s take a tour of my head,
What do you say?
It’s mostly depression, aggression, a smidgen of frustration with what I have to think to get by.
Decide if I want to die.
It’s Tuesday, maybe a noose today?
That would be a lovely thought. The knot that releases an expression of hope across my face.
Leaves the rope digging at my throat. But no.
No suicidal thoughts today. That’s a win, they are usually proverbial.
So let’s run through the rest.
There are festering thoughts of the past. I still hold myself accountable alas.
But what do I do with them? If not obsess and obsess.
Well I turn it inward and assume I’m at fault.
The guilt lies with me. Self assault on my brain, ground down on the asphalt.
There is some happy–albeit short-lived and snappy. But I try my best to live where the hate isn’t.
Does it work? Of course not. But it helps me feel human.
Focusing on the good rather than the happy famine.
I can’t quite figure out the difference between my own hell and heaven.
That concludes the tour of my brain.
I left out the monsters that strain my head everyday.
I put them down on paper to scare others and keep them at bay.
But hey, it’s a creative outlet. I’ll be okay.