My head.
- Scars
The cuts scab and close up too soon for my liking. They're itchy and get in my way frequently. I'm so tired. The quiet singing of a voice I don't recognize haunts me. If I attempted a shred harder, I could be calm and collected. Writing down what I think is honestly hard. Especially when I don't know what to do with my thoughts, they begin to pour out faster than I can type. I just need some rest. That's what they keep telling me. All I need is a good night's sleep. I hope I don't wake up.
My Mind.
- Day one. This.
I wouldn't say I like my body since I despise myself. The scrapes and blemishes are what keep me rational. While this is my most unhappy low, they shout at me and say it's because I haven't been taking my prescription, but it's not that. I've never been fond of it here. I've always hated it here; I despise them. Maybe, you'd realize that I'm in too much distress daily. But you think I can't possibly be because I'm a child. But that's what I'll always be, nothing but a child.
Irelynd Wryn H. -Myself
- Poetry.
Yes, I add my poetry but yet this writing makes me feel free. These silly rhymes about broken times bring my lungs back to life. Poetry is helping me cope so my only option isn't to mope. They don't even know me and truly it's dumb but they are the reason my body feels numb. They pick at my skin and make me thin. They already know I let them in, yet they keep pushing and pushing and proceed to shove this thing they call emotions that happen to be fragile as a dove. They ruined my mind.
Irelynd Wryn H
- Love Is Farther Than My Dreams. A Poem.
It's far, It's there but I can't have it. I told them the truth I laughed and played along but maybe some things aren't meant to be. They took me for granted and that I know. I'm not sure of a place to go when they kick me to the curb and say "You're not the one." Maybe I'll decide my life will be done. But who knows? I could give up today or I could give up tomorrow, My friends will just have to deal with my sorrow.
