For your poems.
To my stomach
My palms won’t stop sweating
Thoughts flood my mind
My demons have taken over.
I can’t do it anymore.
I can’t try to smile
And act
Like everyone else
Because I know that I’m not
And I never will be.
And don’t call me a coward for being sad.
I am not a coward.
I am stronger than anyone will ever know.
And I have held in more thoughts than I am able to.
I am not a coward.
I am not a freak.
I am hurt and lonely and sad.
I am human.
They say that life goes on
But what if it leaves you behind
How are you supposed to pick yourself up again?
I may not survive this.