This is one of poems I’ve written: When the breakdown is over
The worst part about a breakdown is when it’s over
For a few minutes that feel like years
You just sit there, with your bloodshot eyes and your tear stained face…
emotionless
Everything around you is quiet
And you’re sad; you’re so so sad
Yet everything is numb
Everything is empty
You look straight ahead into the nothingness that you are
Then… you think back to what happened a few minutes ago
And you wish you could go back in time
Just so that you could comfort your own self
So that you could give yourself a hug, because no one else would
So that you could tell yourself that you’re ok
When in reality you’re not and deep down…
you’re terribly terribly alone
I don’t know if anyone can relate or even understand what I’m saying in this but I just wanted to post this because writing poems like this really help.
2 comments
I understand and can relate to everything you just wrote
I can relate. I like writing too. Honestly writing is one of the best ways I can express myself.