I Miss It
Poem About Mental Health, Inspired by Images
I miss it - the madness!Who would have thought,That I, so desperate to escape, extreme hunger for sanity,that doesn't exist embracesvelvet insanity
I had goals - the boredom I stopped the faucet andand fixed the organs
nothing elseto moan about
nothing worth fighting forno justice to seekno reason to weep
it sleeps in a cornergrowing strongerit will come to a pointwhere fighting will be futile
I have no fairytales to writeI've never had a happily ever afterof my own
All these words of mineform tales of sin and treachery.We always cause the ones we lovethe most pain.
No matter how many times I say I will be okay...Sometimes... it's hard to believe myself
I should be happybut I'm not!For what am I?A lost doll with fragile tears...
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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