October 30th, 2018

When I’m Alone..

When I’m Alone..

Vivid thoughts occupy my my mind.
Overwhelming, that’s how my mind feels.
When I’m alone, I just want to feel fine.
I keep pinching myself wondering if this is real.

These thoughts take over my soul completely..
Excruciating pain, that’s how my body feels.
When I’m alone, aggressively the negative takes over me.
I keep slapping myself, wondering if this is real.

Thoughts, my own thoughts become the death of me.
Cold, that’s how my heart feels.
When I’m alone, I die alone.
Trapped and short of breath, oh no. This cant be real.

Always Smiling,
Amber, The Poet