He Woke Up Dead Inside His Head
He cope with the Stress of mental health
He Woke Up Dead Inside His Head
He woke up dead inside his head,
A hollow echo in his bed.
The dawn crept in, a silent thief,
Stealing hope, but leaving grief.
The mirror’s stare, a vacant glare,
A ghost of thoughts too numb to care.
Each step a weight, each breath a lie,
A quiet scream the morning sky.
His mind, a maze of broken threads,
A restless storm that softly spreads.
He walks the world, but drags his shade,
A soul forgotten, dimmed, and frayed.
He walks the world, but drags his shade,
A soul forgotten, dimmed, and frayed.
The battles rage, though none can tell.
The silent scars of mental health.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
I love the rhythm in your words, thank you.
This seems to be painting a picture of Depression for I remember as a psych nurse I heard patients say something like this from time to time. Good job.