On My Mind

I feel too weak to fight

The demons in my mind.

None of it seems real,

And things start to slip away,

But I can’t and it’s scary.

Sometimes you just need

someone to tell you you’re not

as terrible as you think you are.

It gets harder and harder to

Fake a smile and act okay,

But then it gets harder and harder

To survive and I can’t take it.

I love this poem, “Flowers in her

Hair and demons in her mind,

Drugs in her veins and madness

In her mind.

Love in her soul and storm in her

heart.”

I think that...I think too much…

He asked me, “What kind of mood

Are you in?” I said, “No mood. Just

Kind of tired is all.” He asked, “Not

Getting enough sleep?” I said, I sleep

All of the time.” He asked, and yet your

still tired?” I said, “Yeah.”

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that.

That you wanted to sleep for a thousand

Years. Or just not exist. Or just not be

Aware that you do exist. Or something

Like that. I think wanting that is very morbid,

But I want it when I get like this. That’s

why I’m trying not to think. I just want

it all to stop spinning...ya know?

Touch her heart, not her body.

Steal her attention, not her virginity.

Make her smile, don’t waste her tears.

And then I felt sad because I realized

that once people are still broken in certain

ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this

Is something nobody ever tells you when

You are young and it never fails to surprise

You as you grow older and you see the

People in your life break one by one.

You wonder when your turn is going

To be or if it’s already happened.

From every wound there is a scar, and

Every scar tells a story, a story that says,

“I survived.”